JB Wake Up
This shit so hard
I'm finna be my granny
I be poppin' off the purse, bitch, this ain't no Xanny
I just bought a pack around my waist, this shit ain't no Fanny
I ain't never made it out of school, but I'ma get a Grammy
Ain't no food, no drink, but she ain't on the dick
I'm rich too hard, but I'm still hittin' licks
Run up on these niggas, they get popped, got a blitz
Run up on these niggas, bitch, I'm way too sick
Too sick, my kicks, man, a nigga too drip
Got chicks, no nicks, man, a nigga too tip
Got a bad bitch, yeah, she down south, but she rich
Got a mad itch, if I'ma scratch it off, I'ma jet
Yeah, JB, you goin' too crazy
Bitch got too much curve, take some shape off
Baby like the shoes, Louis V, with the snakes on it
Bad bitch sittin' on my dick, she gon' shake on it
She gon' shut her mouth, tell that bitch, put some tape on it
I be on my shark, shit, nigga, got some bape on me
Bitch, I don't fly, nigga, I just got my cape on me
Gettin to this money, I be laughin to the bank, homie
Smell it in my bag, you can tell I got some dank on me
What?
What?
Bitch, you can get in
I just bought a whole lot of shit, I'm from the set in
Get any money by the pounds, you know how we steppin'
Nigga, you ain't got my money, bitch, is what you sayin'
If you wanna smoke, nigga, you can get the FN
All my guns inside it, nigga, call it Smith & Wesson
I don't even go to school, nigga, who you testin'
Got some white shit for that bitch, call it Creston
Nah, that shit hard as fuck, that shit is hard as fuck
But let a nigga test me, though, bruh
Let a nigga test me, though
You not livin to see yours kid nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy
My bros got big glocks whenever they steppin'
Run up on these niggas, I'ma shoot them with my FN
Run up on a nigga, what the fuck is you sayin'
Pull up and I'm sprayin'
I done played a bitch, but you know that I ain't playin'
This is not a game
Pull up on a nigga, shoot him in his brain
That nigga lame
Pull up on these niggas, choppa on my hip, leave him with stains
Ayy, I told a hoe she need to go
I told a hop not to try me, I'ma blow
I been gettin' too much dope, kept it on low
I know that she want me, I just been fuckin' these hoes
Whoa, these hoes crazy
I been ballin' on they ex man like Brady
Run up on these niggas, feel like Tracy McGrady
In the club, they toss shit out for they lady
Play that hoe like a computer
Good brain, no soul, she don't need a tutor
I'ma fuck that bitch show that hoe how I maneuver
She got baggy clothes, but that shit don't really suit her
I got plenty hoes, fuckin' ones, and then I boot her
Forty on my hip, you would think that shit a cougar
Bitch, I bang hoes, I'm not tory with a shooter
All faith, bro, I'm just movin on my shooters
Badass bitch, somebody get her in Hooters
Keep my heat on my body, you know that I'm cooler