Holy Heck

This is the famous jay-k47, with only one intention of being a global junkie
The jay-k47 is the most popular assault rifle in the world
Nothing gets between me and my jay-k
Fuck, man

Oh, fuck this bitch
God, he's heavenly as fuck
God, God
Ay, God

I got nine on my whip on this block we be trippin'
Jokin' like Ja with the Glock, he be slippin'
I'm constantly drippin' in all of this Dior
Down in my shirts and my sneakers, I be hittin' the floor

Cashin' my checks at the bank, ain't no store
Playin' his sister, still winnin' the war
Down to the core
And my shit just be hittin' the flows,
Like the hoes, just be sippin' and suckin' my dick

Ojos so pretty, might give her a kiss
Moonlight just shinin', her eyes like the mist
Man, she's so pretty, I wish I could hit
But I gotta wait later, I'm savin' that shit

Run up on me and you gonna be pissed
Had to switch his shit up
Yeah, it ain't good enough
Like, I was thinkin' bout shit that I shouldn't have

Dang, I'm just spittin' on this fire like woah
Your brain is slow when we on Sunday closed
Mine is open on toes
Wearin' my Jordan 1 Lows

Fuck all this shit, you a joke
Man, I'm too lit
Know what I'm sayin'
Too lit

Fuck, man
I'm fucking lit,
Look, I be stackin' this bread like it's some paper
When I be hittin', I shoot like a laser

I don't fuck with veggies, I do fuck with capers
Pass me a razor, let me give you a taper
Haircut so trash, you ain't ever gon' make her
Pass me the dutchie, cause I be a stranger

I'm a menace to danger
These bitches be lyin' Pinocchio
So I ain't gon' slide as your Romeo
They ain't dope as hell

And I met a new bitch straight outta Yale
This bitch got a blick, but she won't fail
And I'm just too lit to be makin' sales, bitch
Yo

Too lit
Fuck, man