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lil keed - jackboy lyrics

[intro]
(me and wheezy, that’s a wave)

[chorus]
what? who that?
catch a choppa bullets, hit a durag
i know real jackboys, i’m talking kodak
n+gga extra scary, pop up pull up where the show at, yeah
wheezy the wave, yeah, riding these lamb trucks, let’s race
nut on her yeah, clear box on her face
chanel for real, but amiri’s today
i show my own gun, i don’t care about no case

[verse 1]
let’s go!
baby girl you getting too annoying
just left a loy yeah was doing too many races
yeah the b+tches had to rake it out the floor
just left the states from gettin’ a back end
i ain’t even doing no touring
n+gga be cap, they ain’t getting no money
n+gga be clown they bores
yeah high top chanel, these ain’t flip flops
i just karate chopped the amg top
i’m the youngest in charge, my big dog on the block
i ain’t staying here homie and my son swish swap
i ain’t paying no booth b+tch i got it on lock
yeah they beat the block down, yeah
they serving n+gga pops
when they gave me my money
i copped the condo not the loft
diamonds, they dripping
we coming, we tearing down the mall
yeah i drip with gun+wunna, he show you how to put it on
too many hoes, i had to get another phone
i done did too much for n+ggas and they ain’t ever put me on
rockin’ chrome heart glasses, i’m seeing right through ya
ain’t nothing to discuss, we can get right to it
i did what i did and you did what you could
know i made it out, but my heart in the hood
[chorus]
what? who that?
catch a choppa bullets, hit a durag
i know real jackboys, i’m talking kodak
n+gga extra scary, pop up pull up where the show at, yeah
wheezy the wave, yeah, riding these lamb trucks, let’s race
nut on her yeah, clear box on her face
chanel for real, but amiri’s today
i show my own gun, i don’t care about no case

[verse 2]
yeah, f+cking on all of these hoes
taking her shopping, i valet the road
n+gga gon’ die in the motherf+ckin’ end
we spray out the car, we call them clio
got too many whips, different color, crayola
yeah this is scott dorland, i bust down the rollie
n+ggas out here, ain’t owning no ride
so they be mad when they come [?]
yeah, shawty get flyer than a leer, yeah
lots of g’s, yeah, yeah
diamonds on me, sh+t, look like a hockey rink
oh yeah, forgot, to tell you bout ya hoe
real [?], she swallow me, oh yeah
smokin’ real og, nah f+ck that, i’m smokin’ biscotti
(me and wheezy, that’s a wave)
yeah, hit em’ wit an f+n, his mama drop tears
i am not stressing, it is what it is
been outta mama house since sixteen
sh+t, went got it how i live
tryna’ get high, where the pills?
yeah, tryna’ get flyer than leer
do the whole dash on the back street, clean
know i’m passin’ cops
[chorus]
(me and wheezy, that’s a wave)
what? who that?
catch a choppa bullets, hit a durag
i know real jackboys, i’m talking kodak
n+gga extra scary, pop up pull up where the show at, yeah
wheezy the wave, yeah, riding these lamb trucks, let’s race
nut on her yeah, clear box on her face
chanel for real, but amiri’s today
i show my own gun, i don’t care about no case

[outro]
yeah, slimeball

- lil keed lyrics

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