Jacked

Hell yeah I’m on point I see you and your boys chit fucking chetting
Eyeing the goods but yo I’m not sweating
I’m a fiend for this shit, a maestro at shirt wetting
The best way to clean the wound is a little blood letting

Watch me move as I move weighted down as I slide
Is it the gat or the stash got me lubed like KY
Fucking plan your next move but remember this isn’t checkers it’s chess
Play me for a pussy bitch but let’s see who wears the black dress

Black mask, dark clothes, and lying prone watching both your doors
A sniper locked and loaded ready to settle all scores
Fuck that screaming bitch take one in the mouth as I empty the clip
Collect the casings with another motherfucker down for flapping his lips

But shit is getting hot my name is out for jacking dealers
Running up into stash houses and collecting bounties on pussy as squealers
With the right set of balls you don’t mind putting out a few hood feelers
Some mouths are going to tell allowing me and this 44 to become free fucking wheeler

All up in the club watching a motherfucker up in VIP
How did he get all of that top shelf and that model pussy
I’m telling you my mind isn’t chance, it does a hood dance
There’s a fucking score to settle if a bitch gives you the wrong glance

Don’t let that shit linger, that motherfucker will go home to pussy you done fuck
Cornerboys are organizing in their jealousy trying to come up
They want to pop shot, they want to get it in and bring it
They want the fucking pipeline, they want to control slinging it

They want what I fucking earned, but somehow they can see the light
They know that I wont go down without a fight
Crashing over at your mom’s stomach full of spaghetti and sausage
Your girl fixed me fried chicken while your ass is held up like a fucking hostage