Jack Artist

Ayy, I'm a jack artist Yeah, I mean that literally, bitch I jack artists Yeah, I make that chopper sound Like a 'Cat started I just robbed a nigga for ten 'bows and got a trap started Just bought a case of green Pints off the black market Sold my Ram truck the other day I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it He used to have dog shit, now he back walkin' Nigga raise his voice, I'ma Let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin' And f*ck around and double back Call that backpedal (yeah) I pour up Then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True) he talkin' crooked Headshot'll leave his hat levеl I get tired of fuckin' up the chickеn Time to stack cheddar The rap game pay me good But I'm a crack seller Legendary, who else you know made A hundred racks on tether? I bust a whole watch down I ain't half-steppin' That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary Bitch, I'm really from the 6, yeah You can ask Terry (6) I heard you goin' out of town I got a bag ready Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri Gotta take a risk to be a champ These niggas act scary They say I'm always leavin' shit Like I ran a race How you don't never throw no pape' You just stand and hate? Pour so much motherfuckin' purple Turn the Fanta grape Whole pint of Wocky with the seal Look like a can of paint I made a lot of blues fuckin' With that tan and gray Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape I put the Quali' over Tris And got a better taste Before the rap, we had a dope spot A hundred grams a day Catch a nigga walkin' out the club Threw a party on him Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun Thirty thousand on me My right wrist was lookin' plain Threw a Carti on it Pop a nigga in the strip club Now the party over White Wraithy, white seats Threw the Forgis on it Niggas need they kit's tested Put a Maury on 'em (Hah) Heard he a sucker for them hoes Threw a Barbie on him Goofy nigga thought he was gon' f*ck Until she called us on him Shot my bitch in her right leg Pulled a Tory on her You could f*ck any bitch in Flint If you got forty for her I heard your mans snitched Told the whole story to 'em On the 6 with Vezz Sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit iUR shit You know what the f*ck goin' on