Jack in Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Hyfe] Hold on Kid It's the Hyfe nigga Jacka AK47... [Verse 1: Lil Hyfe] Pull this parabellum, hit you in your cerebellum Had to throw a few away, but I don't never sell em Niggas always talking like they want it with me While I'm all up in this bitch, I got my pointer wit me All that sneak dissing shit gon get you seen, bruh And this MAC got a cooler wit a beam, bruh I'm from the old school, I ain't with that new shit I'm with Boo, I don't walk for my blue shit I'm really in the field getting lash money You on Instagram, flexing wit your tax money I got your baby mama in my DM But I'm grinding from the morning to the PM Niggas always sayin they gon slide on me But instead, niggas tell homicide on me I get straight to the point, right with Boo Banga I just bought a couplе Ps and a new banga Hyfe [Hook: Boo Banga] This wherе the real niggas at, cause it ain't many Drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me! [Verse 2: Lil AJ] I'm on that rest in peace muhfuckin Jack shit Really ridin with this muthafuckin MAC shit Yeah, me Bang and Hyfe nigga I'm really strapped nigga, riding on the hype nigga You rap niggas on that fake shit, and never really bounced out broad day on that K shit Lash money, they got me on that rap shit I done vacuum seals, hella Ps on that trap shit Free T, nigga free K-I-D Rest in peace Booce and that muhfuckin J-A-C I'm on that gutta shit, really tryna smother shit You niggas played up in the house on some sucka shit Shout out Cookie Money, play wit him I'm leaving shit Ice City money man, really on that squeezin shit One mob, free Blast holly shit Got big bro really down for that body shit [Hook: Boo Banga] This where the real niggas at, cause it ain't many I drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me! [Verse 3: Boo Banga] I'ont be on the internet, or watch TV I'ont feed my mind with that bullshit, that's unhealthy It ain't money or knowledge, then it won't help me I'll make a sucka shoot hisself, call that a selfie XD lemon squeeze before they grill cheese melt me The loud keep us high, but our dope keep us wealthy The bay losing Jack was like Eminem losing Proof On God, we catch his killers, I'm lettin the choppas loose Jack was wit me in Seattle when we rocked up some juice Like somebody getting shot, or calling a truce I swear that Jack can hear me, I'm sipping this raw juice Lil AJ, Lil Hyfe, the crack block, the ice! 3rd World, Lash Money, nigga, F.O.D Bearfaced, nigga, Point Proven Ent Tay Dubwa, Udenella...R.I.P Free Blast, free Boski, nigga, free MD Banga [Hook: Boo Banga] This where the real niggas at, cause it ain't many I drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me! [Instrumental]