Mick Jagger

Lyrics

[Intro] The gun that I'm loading here is a .44 calibre magnum It's a Smith & Wesson model 29 One of the world's powerful commercially available handguns This gun has been used by me personally to shoot and kill [Chorus] The get-backer, lay-lower, whip tracker (Whip tracker) Brick cracker, coke fronter, list stacker Got wrist scratchers, zig-zaggers to big trappers Whole fish baggers, fist smashers to stick blasters (Grr-ah) They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, get that rock and roll They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, come get that rock and roll [Verse 1] Since a youngin, I was pushing hard My wifey in high school stashed my twenties in her push-up bra I took a charge 'cause we was cooking raw I stood up tall, my pen got sharper and I got good at ball Watch how you speak to me, there's stripes on my jacket (Stripes on my jacket) Used to hit the parties with them white little packets (White little packets) You made a diss track, but you ain't like how they reacted (Nah) Heard homie waited for you all night with his ratchet You throw stones and try hiding your hand We sold stones off burner phones without any plan You probably ran, this cocaine college for grams Your kid's talking to your plug like he's part of the fam (Part of the fam) I'm calling it in, bro in jail, he calling again He said, "Be careful who you calling your friends, OT, they all pretending" I said I got him as long as they all are spendin' (Spendin') Besides, if they get out of pocket, they know I'm sending in [Chorus] The get-backer, lay-lower, whip tracker (Whip tracker) Brick cracker, coke fronter, list stacker Got wrist scratchers, zig-zaggers to big trappers Whole fish baggers, fist smashers to stick blasters (Grr-ah) They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, get that rock and roll They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, come get that rock and roll [Verse 2] I was outside, had the point-three-twenty sacks Balls one-twenty, that's doubling my money back (Doubling my money back) I put donuts on your head, that's a Dunkin hat No guts, no glory, you a Bluntville rat My old head used to lace his Runtz with crack Had stems all over the ground like a pumpkin patch (Pumpkin patch) Said he'll do anybody for a couple racks (Word?) He'll just walk up and let it go But he'll be sloppy and if you end up getting caught, shit, never know I think I'll just stick to selling 'em blow, in the hard form Then rap about it, that's my art form They sold my soul, I gave my heart to 'em (My heart to 'em) You the type to burn your own bridge They fucking up the ice like an old fridge My advice, control your vice, you don't owe 'em shit 'Cause everybody knows precisely who I'm gon' get [Chorus] The get-backer, lay-lower, whip tracker (Whip tracker) Brick cracker, coke fronter, list stacker Got wrist scratchers, zig-zaggers to big trappers Whole fish baggers, fist smashers to stick blasters (Grr-ah) They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, get that rock and roll They know I roll with the stones like Mick Jagger (Like Mick Jagger) They know I roll with the stones, come get that rock and roll