Jack sh*t lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Verse 1: 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 f*ck up b*tch, that's what I'ma f*cking 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 f*ck up
Robbing got a n*gga trying to come up
Oh, I got you? That's tough luck
You better join the army n*gga, 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 f*cked up
No crack spots, that's f*cked 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 sh*t, 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

[Chorus: Young 1000]
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 sh*t
They be on that jack sh*t
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 sh*t
They be on that jack sh*t
[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
Who the f*ck left the gate open?
Better let out the big dog
I sent them to get y'all
You taking that sh*t off
They hollering, Trick no
You see me, I'm p*ssed off
And going through withdrawals
n*gga, it's all raw
Get your face cracked, boy cut in a big brawl
It's either take that, boy watching his b*tch crawl
Somebody lay down on the floor
Bleeding from the f*cking face, no drag his ass up out the door
They claiming he ain't cut like that, then what the f*ck he faking for?
Beat his ass again, f*ck him
Take his sh*t, and let him go
If you ain't heard the no fly zone, that means you n*ggas slow
You ain't welcome in my city, b*tch
Now you know

[Chorus: Young 1000]
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 sh*t
They be on that jack sh*t
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 sh*t
They be on that jack sh*t
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