Grahh, Grahh-grahh
Like, how many times you gon…
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, word to bro)
Put the beam on his-
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
Grahh-grahh, boom
Like I’m tryna get you to listen
I don’t know but I feel something missin’
Too much Wockesha and purple I’m sippin’
Put the beam on his shh while I’m flickin’
Purple and blue, it might fuck up your vision
In my thoughts, wanna know if I’m trippin’
Leave her or fuck her, and after we finish
I just hope she don’t ruin my image
Don’t go on the net and tell ’em how I’m simping
And the life that I’m living a movie
You can’t get inside if you don’t got a ticket
And my gun keep sayin’, “Fever shoot me”
You don’t gotta ask me, you know I’ma click it
When I’m on the block, yeah, they salute me
‘Cause they know my body and they know I’m different
And she tryna let me in her coochie
‘Cause she know I’m Jay5ive and she know I’m gifted
There’s no way I’ll let a nigga fool me
‘Cause I stay on 50, I be on my pivot
And from all these bitches, treat her Gucci
So she never know to forget her position
I don’t like the way the police do me
It’s like they be happy to see me in prison
I wish you was here to say you knew me
But you can’t compare to my friends in the system
(I wish you was here to say you knew me)
(But you can’t compare to my friends in the system)
Shooter in his position, it’s no cameras, keep clickin’ and clickin’
Don’t go to church but I try be religious
Put him on a tee, he could die like a Christian
Catch me and Fever in a fuckin’ Beamer
But when we be spinnin’, we slide in a Civic
Leave ’em dead in the sky with the victims
Yeah she the fan of the guys so she licked us
I know that she the line, she cannot trick us
Ski in the cut, they ain’t blitzin’ a telly
In the Yams just like Tommy Vercetti
Slidin’ in Cats, I ain’t whippin’ a Chevy
I’m with Jay Hound, told her “kick me a Chevy”
Like kick me a Visa, bitch, kick me a piece
Eat me up, she gon’ lick me to sleep
Balenciaga or Rick on my feet
Swear to god, that boy Rick on his feet
We pulled up to the show in a ‘Burban
Sippin’ lean, it got my stomach turning
Gave my ooter a pill, now it feel like I’m nursin’
‘Ooter flockin’ and the bullets chirping
Me and bro like Bron and Kyrie Irving
Swear I just call me a wave like I’m surfing
Stop trying to ask me all about my earnings
Like I’m tryna get you to listen
I don’t know but I feel something missin’
Too much Wockesha and purple I’m sippin’
Put the beam on his shh while I’m flickin’
Purple and blue, it might fuck up your vision
In my thoughts, wanna know if I’m trippin’
Leave her or fuck her, and after we finish
I just hope she don’t ruin my image
Don’t go on the net and tell ’em how I’m simping
And the life that I’m living a movie
You can’t get inside if you don’t got a ticket
And my gun keep sayin’, “Fever shoot me”
You don’t gotta ask me, you know I’ma click it
When I’m on the block, yeah, they salute me
‘Cause they know my body and they know I’m different
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