Jack Shit - Frenchie

This a jack move, go on your boy

I’m taking everything, even the door

Frenchie, why you mean?

I need that green

Shut the fuck up bitch, that’s what I’ma fucking scream

Oh you flossing?

Them VV’s?

I’m Trick Trick in my city, or the new supreme

What’s up, get your whole head knocked off, you wanna mack get the fuck up

Robbing got a nigga trying to come up

Oh, I got you?

That’s tough luck

You better join the army nigga, cause these streets is really not for you

Fight for your country, I bet you still end up in that soil

I got a pot that’s hot, that we boil

I got a wrist game, it’s so loyal

I got watch running through all blocks

So fire, you could still see the oil

I’m finna' crack your head, you’re so fucked up

No crack spots, that’s fucked up

No crack pipe?

You assed out

You can still use aluminum foil

My boys in the hood, us against the odds

You on some Trae shit, let me out the car

I call a crip a crip, don’t call me a slob

Cause if I flip the clip, the news gon' be on every block

Money is the subject, how to get it is the lesson

If you come around my hood, then you better have that weapon

On that jack shit

They be on that jack shit

Money is the subject, how to get it is the lesson

If you come around my hood, then you better have that weapon

On that jack shit

They be on that jack shit

Who the fuck left the gate open?

Better let out the big dog

I sent them to get y’all

You taking that shit off

They hollering, Trick no

You see me, I’m pissed off

And going through withdrawals

Nigga, it’s all raw

Get your face cracked, boy cut in a big brawl

It’s either take that, boy watching his bitch crawl

Somebody lay down on the floor

Bleeding from the fucking face, no drag his ass up out the door

They claiming he ain’t cut like that, then what the fuck he faking for?

Beat his ass again, fuck him

Take his shit, and let him go

If you ain’t heard the no fly zone, that means you niggas slow

You ain’t welcome in my city, bitch

Now you know