Bo Jack

I'm a pretty boy Fucking up my hair I got on skully cap Bo jackson Bitch I step out feds on me I'm running back Rich outlaw duffle bag In my trunk got a hundred sack Nigga asking for some weed Took his money start running track Say you found a better Nigga Well I'm like bitch have fun wit dat Feeling chopped I'm in Texas off a eight Got my hunting axe Nigga pack might say runtz What he gave you ain't runtz pack Nephew wanna hold my phone Better get it back wit no cracks Nigga worried bout me Should be worried bout where yo hoe at If I want yo bitch Dm sending pictures of a whole stack Got on buffs Nigga and I'm buff like Larry lobster Expecto patronum Nigga tryna shoot me I'm Harry Potter I ain't even smack yo ass Crying bitch shit I barely popped her Promise just because you got a ski you not a scary robber Backpack filled up wit baby bottles like a baby toddler Thirty minutes passed Where my sell at cant waiting any longer Asap rocky Cause I need my shit pronto Nigga dissing Next day they found his ass in fronto I be out west Like I'm red dead I got on poncho Rocking blue jays Shit I'm talking baseball Toronto Early in da morning Getting to da bag I'm Alonzo Said I wouldn't make it bitch Still balling like Lonzo Bitch I want an empanada Never took a trip to Mexico Just because I wanna f*ck That do not mean you sexy hoe Started crying Cause she took my phone like who you texting bro See me jumping off da top I'm gone do it at like every show See me getting out my seat Pouring up I'm in da bathroom I ain't have shit Finna show my ass bitch I'm a baboon Yo bitch feeling on me Say she love I got tattoos I ain't got enough friends to play threes You see me at twos Say you love yo bitch Well shit nigga I got bad news See my closet full But I tell y'all ion have shoes Say it's a problem Well Shit nigga what's the issue Crying on da plane Cause I left my bitch need tissue But it's not for long Cause you gone cheat bitch ion miss you Ian giving up Shit I'm here might as well continue Feel my stomach Need hibachi like what's on da menu Came fresh Like yo first day Nigga got on school attire Text my phone Why you don't f*ck wit me bitch cause you a lier Coming up To da top you see me rising like skuba diver Shit I always turn Nothing into something like I'm macgyver Call of duty Yeah I'm talking lil uzi let my Mac fire Geeked up In da studio you know I'm gone be back higher Dior B Thirty Gucci bucket hat gone be back flyer Opps pulled up Think they got away but I track tires Ian even wanna have sex Wit her but it backfired