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jack $tacks - boys down south lyrics

[intro: jack $tacks, ywc andy]
ay it’s the boys down south
bro we gotta go hard on this track, put him in his place
(yeah)
(silas)

[hook: jack $tacks]
ay, watch me take your shawty to my room room room
pull up on you turn your block into a tomb vroom vroom
and if shawty try to hit me
tell me that she miss me
sorry but you know i never miss b

[verse 1: ywc andy]
all he tryna do is go and chase clout
cought so many bodies need a head count
wanna scr-p i’ll knock another dread out
we was tryna hold it down that’s what the games bout
sh-t, ay, that’s what the gangs bout
f-ck with us lil b-tch you get layed out
try to get up we gon’ make sure you stay down
this not a court b-tch so stop tryna rebound
let us catch an opp we aim with them red dots (locked in)
bust the glock til that sh-t turn red hot
it’ll pop like drake this sh-t nonstop
too much smoke lil b-tch have a cough drop
i got ones that’ll tell me where the opps are
we gon’ pull up send you running like a track star (sorry)
i got shooters locked in he won’t go far (blah)
i got shooters and they like to rock that goyard (blah blah)

[bridge]
yo jack how you doing, how’s the family
oh it’s been tough lately, but i’m pulling through ya know
that’s cool, that’s great
how’s the wife, how’s the kids
oh it’s all great it’s all good
yeah that’s good

[hook: jack $tacks]
watch me take your shawty to my room room room
pull up on you turn your block into a tomb vroom vroom
and if shawty try to hit me
tell me that she miss me
sorry but you know i never miss b

[verse 2: jack $tacks]
ay, we don’t ever miss g (boy)
how you really think you’re better is a mystery (d-mn)
and you know that i’ve been ballin’ i don’t miss threes
b-tch please, cooler than crisp breeze (god d-mn)
pull up on ’em and we got ’em falling back and we all in black
shawty hit me i was all in that
we gon’ hual a strap
better run away, call a grab
catch you wondering why your girl ain’t calling back
all these racks that i got (that i got)
peep that fila on socks b-tch
you really tryna beef, how you gonna talk sh-t
you don’t get to speak you ain’t really got sh-t
watch it, pull up on your block with a glock b-tch
pull up on your block with a glock b-tch
i’m so fly imma need a f-cking c-ckpit
i don’t really talk nah that’s not how i got rich
we just drop hits tryna talk you get droped b-tch watch this

- jack tacks lyrics

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