JACK Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Hit the road, Jack, don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, hit the road
Jack, don't you come back no more
What you say, two wrong don't make a right, sorry mama he gotta die
Call that pussy boy Magneto, that metal stuck to his mind
I'll tell your ass a joke, but I never tell you a lie
Put a laser on the glizzy , cause niggas get out of line
I can stand a boogie bitch, you got money, but you ain't fine
I can stand a goofy nigga be dissing, but you can't slide
I can stand a pussy nigga be dissing, but you be hiding
Know this chopper got a .30 , I up and blow out his mind
Let's talk about the jects, come step up in the field
But know that if you pussy nigga stay up in that crib
Get shot up in your lip
All that punk faking niggas weird
If you making rumors, you get shot up in your ear
Hang em like a chandelier
We going body for body
Ain't no ducking when I see you
Out of bound I'ma drop em
Hop out the car
Big ass stick, you out of bounds
I'ma flop em
Put the bullets in pursuit
He try to run, I'ma stop em
Heaven where you headed
We gone bust a nigga melon
If I shoot, know I'ma swish lil boy
I Feel just like I'm Stephen
Just like a Jit, we tagging shit, but we not fucking with the Telling
They know kikkdoe a demon
You don't even, gotta tell it
Two wrongs don't make a right
Sorry, mama, he gotta die
Call that pussy boy Magneto, that metal stuck to his mind
I'll tell your ass a joke, but I never tell you a lie
Put a laser on the glizzy, cause niggas get out of line
I can stand a bougie bitch who got money, but you ain't fine
I can stand a goofy nigga be dissing, but you can't slide
I can stand a pussy nigga be dissing, but you be hiding
Know this chopper got a .30, I up &, blow out his mind
Two wrongs don't make a right
Sorry, mama, he gotta die
Call that pussy boy Magneto, that metal stuck to his mind
I'll tell your ass a joke, but I never tell you a lie
Put a laser on the glizzy, cause niggas get out of line
I can stand a bougie bitch who got money, but you ain't fine
I can stand a goofy nigga be dissing, but you can't slide
I can stand a pussy nigga be dissing, but you be hiding
Know this chopper got a .30, I up &, blow out his mind
What'd you say