Jxckk Just Wanna Drank
"Yo"
Yo I'm in the studio right now let me call you back
"Alright" Jxckk Just Wanna Drank
Ayy, I'm in the studio right now so let me call you back
I'm thinking bout sipping some drank for real so I'ma call up Jack
Before you ever see me quit, know I'ma need more racks
They need to go and put me on TV, I might just call up Vlad
Unless they lock me in the pen, no I won't get no tat
The way that I've been chasing to the bag, I run a 4.4 flat
Been sitting waiting for your turn, I'm finna call your act
You twist and tell the story ass backwards so I'ma call you cap
Was high as hell thinking bout life and said I won't go back
Exhausted of everybody around, I need to blow more gas
The hardest white boy in the game like the old Steve Nash
Telling bro to slow down in the whip, he going OD fast
Go off the radar for a minute, let the smoke blow past
Like Tom Brady, gon' be the Lord of Rings, I'm in my Frodo bag
They tried to play me like the strings but the yo-yo snapped
We told bro to leave that bitch alone, she a hobo's trash
Jeremy Lin eyes, I'm fried as fuck in here Soho smackin
You steady watch the front door but what about the back end
Under pressure, you gon' crack it all like a fuckin' crab leg
You smokin' cake bars all day, you a fuckin' crackhead
Why you bringing up before, that's the fuckin' past tense
Gon' throw a hundred K up on my body, the most expensive lap dance
My blood pressure rushing over money, I'm a fuckin' cash head
Smoke comin' out my head, cartoon style, I'm a fuckin' madman
You got me mixed up with somebody saying that I'm average
Bro will hit anything, he a low-key savage
Don't gotta stunt to show that I'm stuntin', I be low-key lavish
It's a different type of time I'm on, no, I don't need no patek
Ayy, I'm in the studio right now so let me call you back
I'm thinking bout sipping some drank for real so I'ma call up Jack
Before you ever see me quit, know I'ma need more racks
They need to go and put me on TV, I might just call up Vlad
Unless they lock me in the pen, no I won't get no tat
The way that I've been chasing to the bag, I run a 4.4 flat
Been sitting waiting for your turn, I'm finna call your act
You twist and tell the story ass backwards so I'ma call you cap
What the fuck?
Ha ha, yeah
Alright come on Jxckk
Yo I'm in the studio right now let me call you back
"Alright" Jxckk Just Wanna Drank
Ayy, I'm in the studio right now so let me call you back
I'm thinking bout sipping some drank for real so I'ma call up Jack
Before you ever see me quit, know I'ma need more racks
They need to go and put me on TV, I might just call up Vlad
Unless they lock me in the pen, no I won't get no tat
The way that I've been chasing to the bag, I run a 4.4 flat
Been sitting waiting for your turn, I'm finna call your act
You twist and tell the story ass backwards so I'ma call you cap
Was high as hell thinking bout life and said I won't go back
Exhausted of everybody around, I need to blow more gas
The hardest white boy in the game like the old Steve Nash
Telling bro to slow down in the whip, he going OD fast
Go off the radar for a minute, let the smoke blow past
Like Tom Brady, gon' be the Lord of Rings, I'm in my Frodo bag
They tried to play me like the strings but the yo-yo snapped
We told bro to leave that bitch alone, she a hobo's trash
Jeremy Lin eyes, I'm fried as fuck in here Soho smackin
You steady watch the front door but what about the back end
Under pressure, you gon' crack it all like a fuckin' crab leg
You smokin' cake bars all day, you a fuckin' crackhead
Why you bringing up before, that's the fuckin' past tense
Gon' throw a hundred K up on my body, the most expensive lap dance
My blood pressure rushing over money, I'm a fuckin' cash head
Smoke comin' out my head, cartoon style, I'm a fuckin' madman
You got me mixed up with somebody saying that I'm average
Bro will hit anything, he a low-key savage
Don't gotta stunt to show that I'm stuntin', I be low-key lavish
It's a different type of time I'm on, no, I don't need no patek
Ayy, I'm in the studio right now so let me call you back
I'm thinking bout sipping some drank for real so I'ma call up Jack
Before you ever see me quit, know I'ma need more racks
They need to go and put me on TV, I might just call up Vlad
Unless they lock me in the pen, no I won't get no tat
The way that I've been chasing to the bag, I run a 4.4 flat
Been sitting waiting for your turn, I'm finna call your act
You twist and tell the story ass backwards so I'ma call you cap
What the fuck?
Ha ha, yeah
Alright come on Jxckk
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Writer(s): Drayce Ayers
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