Jackin’ for Beats

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit, fuck Alright [Verse] How you didn't know I was slimy? I was right under your nose I ain't sprintin' out the club, I came in with my pole Bitch pretty shakin' ass, do it without no clothes Ugly hoes stay at home, nobody want you, Sloppy Joes Bitch twenty runnin' from that dick, stop actin' like you grown Your mans lookin' back, come get a loan, I put you on I'm in the club bright as fuck and you know we smokin' strongs I know you fucked me, baby, but fuck one of my bros You hit my ho, that bitch a ho, it really ain't that deep I don't cuff no bitch, I be stuffin' all the freaks Made my opps move out, fuck around and made 'em break they lease Bust that fully, bust that fully 'til that button break they streak [Interlude] Yeah Stupid dumb-ass bitch It's the real thing (You aren't even a cold breeze for my man Taz) Uh [Verse 2] Hit my plug, tell him get my kis up, he need us I got my shooters in that fit, they steppin', get high-knees up Niggas cannot fuck with us, I tell 'em get they cheese up Everytime somebody die, they screamin' on my Jesus What city? Breeze sluts, these hoes, they need us Hangin' out the window with that wood, I'm holdin' a tree stump Walkin' out of diamond Saks, five thousand for a mink Twenty-eight hundred for these buffs, Hutch chipped 'em off a sink I'm a real boss bitch, no, you cannot fuck for free Catch your pussy ass out of bounds, clip you off the street This is just a freestyle, the strongs got me senile Rub a bitch in baby oil, they think I'm on that P style I don't trust no nigga, out in Atlanta got Boat with us Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, you ain't been booked since November [Interlude] Mmm, mmm, mmm, bitch [Verse 3] Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio You seen me calling that phone, bitch, that's how you do me, ho? Fuck her, treat you like a groupie, cuz, I ain't trippin', bro Send your ass to Biggie when I pop up out that studio Spent a couple, ain't fuck her on ten, I fucked on seven racks My bitch a hustler, she say she goin' to get fives, she brought eleven back Peep my side beats, I tell 'em front, I got a girl I established Tryna get fresh, almost died in front of the pot is up in Saks Man It's with a what? Huh? Oh my God Ayy, World Famous, what we doin'?