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six ward von - jack boy shit lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

[verse 1]
uh, i ain’t lettin’ sh+t slide
boy, you know that b+tch mine
booty still ridin’ ’round with glock, that n+gga 6’5″
just know that if i up it, boy, you finna see this b+tch fire
i cheated on my ho and f+cked her good, then watched the b+tch cry
i ain’t got no patience to sit around and watch a b+tch lie
we caught him in the driveway at night, he was gettin’ high
it was a party when we found him, put that b+tch in drive
that n+gga ain’t up dog sh+t, he just gettin’ by
[verse 2]
i’ll catch a n+gga at a candlelight and shoot the crowd up
he ain’t really livin’ what he rappin’, but he sound cut
i ain’t touch sh+t off distrokid, i let it pile up
tell the security if that n+gga ain’t gang, keep him from round us
we ain’t got no handguns, we came with all choppers
hit him in his head, he gon’ need ’bout four doctors
i got my dreadhead with me, b+tch, that’s my lil’ rasta
they ain’t even see how i was comin’, i just popped up

[verse 3]
my mans got court in the morning, he said he goin’ on the run
this n+gga walkin’ all aggressive, he better have a f+ckin’ gun
i see you tryna do the sh+t that i be doin’, you my son
your n+gga put it in the package and he told you it was runtz
you ain’t been through what i been through, n+gga
my dog in tennessee with that shih tzu, n+gga
you gon’ ride for me? grab a pistol, n+gga
he say he got problems, better fix ’em, n+gga
boy, i done sold raps, boy, i done sold packs
boy, i done sold iphones, i done sold crack
if the feds come around, n+gga, i ain’t told jack
i got my child pickin’ up that backend like no cap, uh

[verse 4]
b+tch, i’m turnt up, n+gga, don’t get burnt up
can’t wait to catch that one n+gga, he ain’t learned nothin’
gang told me wait your turn, boy, your time comin’
ceo of my sh+t, i can’t sign nothin’
he don’t know his jeweler hittin’ him with them sis
got into a shootout with my b+tch, she was blind like she left eye
he went muslim for his gang, but they kept dyin’
fell off a couple times, but i kept tryin’
[verse 5]
b+tch, let’s get this sh+t poppin’
plugged in, i can get a perc’ for six dollars
cheap n+gga, we done caught his ass at mcdonalds
we beat the skin off of n+ggas, better not keep frownin’
i keep walkin’ out the studio like, “how this sh+t soundin’?”
i ain’t got no money counter and my hands hurtin’, but i’ma keep countin’
he be rappin’, but be singin’ in that room like he frank lymon
it don’t take much to go and k!ll a n+gga, boy, it ain’t science

[verse 6]
why it’s always blood on my money when i get it?
i can’t hang ’round rats, that sh+t be f+ckin’ up my image
i heard somethin’ happened to your mans, we probably did it
put that switchy on him while he was with his b+tch, she probably finished
free lil ghost, he on his way, you gon’ see him in a minute
she be sellin’ p+ssy, but shy and sh+t, how that p+ssy got a ticket?
hopped out with lil e, we was shootin’ sh+t, they said they saw a midget
if i need somethin’ mixed, i’ma call littles, you know that boy a chemist
i just might go buy new t++th, f+ck a dentist
k!ll a n+gga in the party, f+ck my image
i’m on a ninety+day grind, f+ck them b+tches
when i get rich, i might not come back, f+ck the trenches

[interlude]
(skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 7]
h+llcats, high+speeds, n+gga
these deadstock, you ain’t got these
hoppin’ out with chopsticks like we chinese
put a n+gga on his knees, he like, “god, please”
i ain’t ’bout to sign sh+t, n+gga, sign these
n+ggas see me out in public, n+ggas cop pleas
tryna shake my hand and sh+t
unemployment gone, boy, i thought you had them bands and sh+t
i thought that was y’all mans and sh+t
when we let them f+ckin’ shots off, that n+gga ran and sh+t
i heard he bought a new scatpack, we finna damage it
catch you at that candlelight, boy, don’t get your candle lit
you braggin’ ’bout twenty thousand, n+gga, i done ran through it
i still f+ck on ratchet hoes, i don’t like that fancy sh+t
she told me to go deeper in that p+ssy, i might stand in it

[outro]
and i might pay y’all n+ggas for the damages
i might, i might
n+gga
yup

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