Lyrics

Slow down! Slow down! Eh, we're going to slow this one down real quick You know, hey Jakki you with me? Hope you still with me We got open beers in the car As you know C-Write Jakki Eh, I'm a spit it like this Check it out I'm a spew the fire [Verse 1 - Copywrite] The flow solid ice So I spit frigid plus Gettin' sick with it With a temperature above six digits Get it? Don't see jump I'm married to the game No prenup, if she dump me She giving cheese up Got amnesia You not remember, then it's C dog I stomp you with my Timberland Show you the real d-club Fortis memberment's a fool Membership, join now And get your boy blao To cut the noise out You trembling Like a demon in Christ's presence If I bought you a pair of Jordan's You wouldn't have mic presence Y'all mic peasants I might bless it Might Who are we kidding? But in return you might End up with all your jewelry missing Might Who are we kidding again? I'm such a joker Such a smoker Pick a chick up In a Mr. Frosty Chuck'n poker You think you're hot? You're not, stop lying Me, myself, I'm on fire Smoke alarms go off when I walk by 'em No match for me, so mad at me Cause I'm young Grindin' harder than a coke addicts teeth If I had a penny for each time they blaspheme the chant I be wiping my ass clean with grants But if they want war Lets go ADT best be on they rest Cause I take it way beyond they thres- -Hold, just know, play flying the S Best be on they chest I have you rapping through a wire Like you Kanye West [Verse 2 - Jakki Tha Motamouth] I'm screwing your dame Six millas ruined your game I cheat on my bitch I kill her if she doin' the same Motamouth giving cyphers With ridiculous axe Not rappin' just smackin' Any nigga that raps Pass your chick You all wild? Grab your click I'm a take your dogs out Like they had to shit Ask your bitch I'm people why she stand with the kid? She want me to ice her wrist I throw her hands in the fridge I'm a cheapskate Boo when they cost me the date In church Stick IOU's in the offering plate, a jerk Pick my own booze when it comes to communion Pick my own ruse, hoe pregnant Then her stomach I'm bruisin' I got you pissed Please dog you got me bit Hell yeah I lock lips with yo' sloppy bitch And you ain't doing shit except looking a fool Looking a prude, that you could fuck with me But lookin' for dudes, to jump me Nah, it ain't even poppin' like that Punks weak and box more than three bots with a gat Stale flow, soldier with you Hell grows colder We collaborating, good news Hell froze over Fiend to be raw I could do this dude with one mutter You easily solved Like a Rubik's cube with one colour Heaven or the mean place Got me deeply debatin' Go to hell with a brief case I got a meetin' with Satan Whoa whoa buddy slow down! You see that cop? You see that cop? Uh, that was a toy cop I'm drunk Pass that Shit, Cruise Control y'all Stay with us