Jefferson Albert Tibbs Lyrics

Yeah, I ain't fuckin' around, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, niggas doin' all that Facebook cappin' My re-up cost your life

From the time that I woke up, I sold a hundred grams twice

I was in that trap gettin' dirty for like a hundred days and nights

Depending on how you comin', I got like a hundred different prices

Nigga don't tell me bout no rumors, I ain't into nigga business

I don't want no new friends, I see some grimy in them trenches

Grew up known in the city, I was still tryna spin a bin

Nigga look into my cases, hoe I always stood on ten

Learned to cook fuckin' with Chevy, I had to turn up on my blend

Yeah my wrist was feelin' weak, I had to turn up on my spin

Tried to push me off the edge, bout to split a nigga wig

I'm in that kitchen dancin', tryin' meet a play, I feel like kid

I done blew it up and sold it, shit I gotta get it how I live

Ain't nobody wanna feed me when I had stomachs touchin' ribs

Yeah, this grown man business, I won't go back and forth with kids

Came up playin' hardball, I feel like Jefferson Albert Tibbs

A lot of niggas rap about it, but they ain't talkin' shit like this

Turned a half b to a whole, one another half still in the crib

Got the softy for a thirty ball, its hard for twenty-six

Gotta make you pay the fee if you tryna get this water whip

If a nigga died today, I would be a legend aint even thirty

Niggas talk right out his pape, nigga won't play me like I'm turkey

Need you to run this down the way, won't say it again if niggas heard me

And all these niggas switchin teams, niggas sit down and pick a jersey

nigga this fetty shit will hurt you I got purple, call me Worthy

Go ask Justin ketchel bout me, I spend racks on my attorney

Ill never be fucked up serving, I come from dunlap Pershing

I was ballin' way above the fuckin' rim, I feel like Birdie