peysoh & lil yachty - jackrabbit lyrics
[chorus: peysoh]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
[verse 1: peysoh]
i’m broke, b+tch, okay, we only f+ckin’ if yo’ bag right
suck a n+gga, got a potty mouth until we pass by
brodie, you a b+tch, on this planet in yo’ last lifе
we’ll really make a top shotta n+gga act right
dashin’ on thеy block, knock him off his tippy+toe
ain’t no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know
can’t tell ’em what i’m hearing, but i bet he feel me though
how you wifin’ up a eater, n+gga? you a silly joe
we been playing with them yappies, come and get yo’ car flipped
we gon’ do it broad day and on some after dark sh+t
my k!llers on whatever, trippin’, quick to park sh+t
when you thuggin’ in these streets, you really make your heart stiff
baby, i’m a bad doomer, opps know i don’t give a f+ck
i make this for the k!llers, don’t go play this sh+t in the club
they knew it ain’t no runnin’, but before i made it run
on the gang, i had a b before you touched your first gun
[chorus: peysoh]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
[verse 2: lil yachty]
huh, huh, huh, huh
i ain’t graduate from syrup, so i’m agitated
real jerk off, keen m+st+rbation
put a b+tch on the street before an allegation
thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh+uh
real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up blister, huh
free my n+gga de santan, buy that n+gga, huh
free my n+gga bg jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin’ for a pickle
i was tryna get him out that window
tryna reverse the sentence, n+ggas tweakin’, i won’t finish
all these bullets’ll get me in guinness, spendin’ money on pendants and on p+ss
you ain’t a p+ssy, ain’t gon’ give a p+ssy this
pop, top, vpn loaded on the six drop
he ain’t came up with us, f+ck him, n+gga, photo crop
i was standin’ front line, mostly i would drop
chin up, n+gga, chest out, what these n+gga not?
[chorus: peysoh & lil yachty]
we tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’ (it’s us)
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin’?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin’
hit the bottle, get to suckin’, hey, where hoes start yappin?
i don’t want no model, b+tch, i only f+ck ratchets
baby said she wanna dike, but i hit the jack rabbit
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