JFK (feat. Big G)

They really tripping Got me fucked up I don’t get it bruh I got money Gotta get it up What she sipping up I got muddy in a double cup But I ain’t lit enough But when I dip out of this party it’s cause it ain’t lit enough I’m finna spazz out, trap out the back of the Mac with a MAC out What is all that bout Double my flow it’s a fact I be mixing my raps with the trap sound Ain’t finna tap out I’m really lit Took a few shots but ain’t talking a stick But when I shoot swear to God I don’t miss I ain’t gon trip but I’m sipping the remedy Give you a shot to the head like you Kennedy She gon remember me When I’m on my shit ain’t no one a threat to me In my own league I don’t need me a referee I been up top I ain’t stopping that’s guaranteed Hold up I be out here thinking maybe I should stop that But if you gon send shots then you know I’m finna pop back Cause I’m the one that got stacks Driving with the top back I just wanna see somebody who is finna top that Run out the back I just hit up the bank need a statement Securing the bag no payments Living life top floor no basement Live adjacent from two bitches fucking every night can’t hate it Know they play this Make the playlist In the club they popping bottles to this shit cause it’s the latest I been really in my zone Boutta catch a flight cause f*ck this shit I’m heading home Me and my troops yeah we rolling down the block Yeah we shooting at these cops Yeah we shooting at these opps Me and troops yeah we rolling down the block Yeah we shooting at these cops Yeah we shooting at these opps Bitch if you ain’t giving top Might as well get off the block I know niggas that sell green I know niggas that sell rock I made your bitch take a ride Your main bitch can’t be my side Keep my head up look alive Bitch you know that I’m that guy Yeah yeah Bitch you know that I’m that guy You couldn’t get on first base I got home and then I slide Bitch I handle situations Keep that blunt in the rotation With that ***** yeah I’m aiming And you know my niggas laming yeah yeah I’m a beast ain’t no taming Yeah I’m steady with my niggas and you know that they about it I been grinding for a minute nigga what you know about it Yeah I gotta be single Yeah I gotta be single I can’t be no bitch’s pet You want scrap nigga bet Finna pull up where your set Imma hit him in the neck imma hit him in the chest Yeah yeah Yeah you know I’m staying local Any nigga want get vocal you could hit me through my social yeah Hit him with the whole clip he going loco yeah You know I’m rocking solos yeah F*ck the fame I need the money yeah yeah I could give a f*ck bout if they love me When the smoke clears I don’t give a f*ck about who want me When the smoke clears I could give a f*ck about who love me yeah yeah I was out this shit a minute then I came back Hopped on Kelly Way you know they play that Got a lot of play back Bitches really tripping don’t know why the f*ck I’d say that F*ck about the noise could give a f*ck about the payback I been in this for a minute I’m feeling like a vet now Counting up my cash know I get a lot of checks now Lot a people made it then they spent it and they went down Yeah they got up to the top and then they stepped down I hit my one girl down in SoCal then called one up in SoHo You think we out here shooting shit but I be keeping it low though Is it henny is it Remy I be tripping off both those I be fucked up off that liquor imma head to my show though Word to Luda I got hoes in different area codes I’m talking 613 the 305 and 570 I’m out here reckless cause you know I ain’t afraid of the poles I got the ice all on my neck I ain’t afraid of the cold That boy Vince he out here crippin I don’t play with that shit Spilled a Twisted on my fitted and it fucked up my fit Hit a lick and paid that shipping spent it all on the drip Steady whipping that equipment know they keeping a stick