Jack Boyz lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
I'm f*cked up, yes, you f*cked up
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm f*cked up, you f*cked up, what?
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck

[Verse 1: Wooh da Kid]
For big picture OJ I put the gloves on
Bullets raining on you now here comes the thunderstorm
Couple n*ggas down for murder four couple stripes, yes
So if I say it's time to go then he goin die tonight
Brick squad, brick squad everything is brick squad, yes, yes
See in the snitch n*gga *dead* make my di*k hard
I never met a bully n*gga that I couldn't beat
It's only one word I can't take it's defeat
I'm dying for my n*ggas, my n*ggas die for me
Like a midget to a train, ain't no stopping me
I'm riding for my n*ggas, my n*ggas ride for me
I'm my brothers' keeper all that we got is we

[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
I'm f*cked up, yes, you f*cked up
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm f*cked up, you f*cked up, what?
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
[Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman]
Tuck my chain in, that's a no no n*gga
Diamonds in my jewelry like snow cones n*gga
For y'all jackers wait for this stone cold n*gga
I be trapping, I be trapping bricks and Lbows n*gga
I be doing we, we don't take L's n*gga
Put a 4 way on your head, that's a Crest deal n*gga
Got me f*cked up, if you think the crest peel n*gga
Now they treat you like potato cuz we peel n*gga
Then I walk around with stendos cuz we peel n*gga
Naw I ain't no thief, but we steal n*gga
I be trapping like a fool, right hand a whole milla
Brick squad n*ggas

[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
I'm f*cked up, yes, you f*cked up
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking bout a name but my young boyz buck
I'm f*cked up, you f*cked up, what?
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking bout a name but my young boyz buck

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I ain't the baddest n*gga , or the biggest one
But if he bigger son , I get a bigger gun
I rock a lot of jewlsz and plus a lot of toos
I mean a lot of chops I make tomato soupe
It's such a beautiful day to put my diamonds on display
Black and yellow diamonds catching sun rays on a sun day
Put a crease in your head, like I'm pressing jeans
Getting money here my ... no ... on the scene
Batman call catgirl out the house
Took your ice and your blouse
You a man or a mouse? Yous a f*cking mouse
Thug life, rob, steal, every day's a drug deal
Every minute precious to me, bullets big, theres mo n*ggas
[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
I'm f*cked up, yes, you f*cked up
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm f*cked up, you f*cked up, what?
Tell the n*ggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
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