Jalen Hurtski lyrics

[Intro]
(Banger)
Real, ayy
(The Melody)
Slick talkin', I don't wanna hear nothin' when one of them boys get smoked
Text messages lead to convictions, do not send me no lo' (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus]
I can't show these boys my way, they stealin' sauce, uh (Can't do that)
After I f*ck, I chuck the deuce, she hear exhaust, uh
My sh*t hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (Real ice)
This smoke we got gon' kill your pus*y ass, not make you cough, n*gga (You don't want that)
Drop a big bag on my youngin, get that off, n*gga (Who that?)
Half a ticket in my war chest, p*ss me off, n*gga (Who tryna do that?)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Amen)
In school, n*ggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss, n*gga (I been a f*ckin' boss)

[Verse 1]
Okay, we get it, n*ggas tough, go get some money, uh (Man, go get some money, n*gga)
Throw at my cuddie, we throw back, long live sl*tty, uh (Long live Von)
Got out my feelings, that sh*t ain't do sh*t for me (At all)
I was broke, bummy, fast-forward, sh*t funny, huh? (Why it's funny?)
'Cause hoes ain't tryna f*ck me (They ain't), they tryna f*ck the money (sh*t)
I don't 'member you doin' sh*t for me, you can't get nothin' from me (f*ck on)
They say, "Be safe," like, f*ck you mean? I got this button on me (Brrt)
Upped on my mans, we hit a lick, I caught 'em tuckin' on me, uh (What you doin'?)
Do a crime with these n*ggas, I would never, never (I can't)
Feds placin' wires, phones tapped, n*ggas tellin', tellin', uh (n*ggas rats)
Play dumb, head-tap, now his melon swellin' (Bah)
Shoppin' in the 'Raq, eighty racks in my Pelle Pelle, uh (Let's get it)
[Chorus]
I can't show these boys my way, they stealin' sauce, uh (They stealin' sauce)
After I f*ck, I chuck the deuce, she hear exhaust, uh (She hear exhaust)
My sh*t hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (This real froyost)
This smoke we got gon' kill your pus*y ass, not make you cough, n*gga (Boom, boom)
Drop a big bag on my youngin, get that off, n*gga (Go get that off, n*gga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, p*ss me off, n*gga (Come p*ss me off, n*gga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Thank God)
In school, n*ggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss (Ah, been a boss, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
You know this sh*t get tricky, can't let these n*ggas get me (I can't)
You want a feature and I f*ck with you, just throw me fifty (That's light)
You want a rich n*gga that don't cheat, my love, you bein' too picky (I'm trippin')
I'm talkin' sh*t, baby, I only want you, f*ck these b*tches (Uh, I'm trippin')
Lil' bro say he wanna pay me back, I say, "Don't stress it, bro"
If I got it to give, my n*gga, I got you, that's what these blessings for
Slick talkin', I don't wanna hear nothin' when one of them boys get smoked (Don't wanna hear sh*t)
Text messages lead to convictions, do not send me no lo' (Don't send me sh*t)
We don't need no drop on no n*gga, we know what we know (We hittin')
f*ck beefin', we got one mission, never go back broke (Ain't never)
f*ck these hoes, we got one goal, keep the family close (You know that)
This the life I pray for, got money, let's get some more (Ayy, let's get it)

[Chorus]
Better not show them boys your way, they stealin' sauce, uh (They stealin' sauce)
After I f*ck, I chuck the deuce, she hear exhaust, uh (She hear exhaust)
My sh*t hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (This real froyost)
This smoke we got gon' kill your pus*y ass, not make you cough, n*gga (Boom, boom)
Drop a big bag on my youngin, get that off, n*gga (Go get that off, n*gga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, p*ss me off, n*gga (Come p*ss me off, n*gga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Thank God)
In school, n*ggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss, n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
[Outro]
Better not show them boys your way, they stealin' sauce (Ayy, ayy)
After I f*ck, I chuck the deuce, she hear exhaust (Ayy, ayy)
My sh*t hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (Ayy, ayy)
Smoke we got gon' kill your pus*y ass, not make you cough (Yeah, ah, ah)
Drop a big bag on my youngin, get that off (Get that off, my n*gga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, p*ss me off (Come p*ss me off, my n*gga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Did it all)
In school, n*ggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss (b*tch)