Old Js lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


[Chorus]
Started with no cake, me and a old ‘K
I’m getting it now, I ain’t worried bout the old days
Pull up with two Glocks, sing like the O’Jays
Bought the Diors but I still rock the old J’s
Young crackheads broke shoutout them old Js
I couldn’t triple a ten shoutout the new wave
Rapping ass n*gga an actor - Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can’t even cry ‘cause n*ggas die like every day
I got that white b*tch with me - Mary Kate
n*ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a AK

[Verse]
She callin’ you brokе but she call me her main baе
Learned how to shoot dice from Grandma Faye
Fell like I’m Pootie Tang, n*gga “wa-da-tay”
I’m rich as a b*tch what my wallet say
Tell her don’t do that and give her the father face
Me verse the feds, b*tch we having a Charger chase
Leave that boy dead, somebody give him a charger case
Swear I duck bullets but never could dodge a case
These n*ggas know how it go and it’s not safe
Ran up my bag and I turnt up the whole state
n*ggas be hoes, how you scared of your own fate?
If I have a daughter I gotta name her Faith
‘Cause that’s all I had in that cell, I ain’t give up
Them people come get you, you better keep your chin up
Christmas tree, we leavin' opp n*ggas lit up
Shells hit his spine so that boy can’t even get up
(Damn) n*gga get up
Your b*tch was right here shawty you ain’t even pick up
You ain’t slide first, that’s the reason you hit up
He just a rookie, seen blood and he spit up (b*tch)
n*gga speed up, you know we got kids and they need us
Don’t let us go broke, n*gga won’t nobody feed us
A slave in the jail, n*gga that’s how they treat us
She wouldn’t say hi, now they be geekin’ to see us
Fly as a b*tch, these n*ggas lowkey wanna be us
‘Cause I’m strong as sh*t, I’m blowing smoke this sh*t might lift a tree up
Poppin RPs and I keep pouring lean up
Hop out the Jeep and I’m f*cking the scene up
Background dirty but touchdown with clean stuff
I give her di*k then I make the b*tch clean up
[Chorus]
Started with no cake, me and a old ‘K
I’m getting it now, I ain’t worried bout the old days
Pull up with two Glocks, sing like the O’Jays
Bought the Diors but I still rock the old J’s
Young crackheads broke, shout out them old Js
I couldn’t triple a ten, shoutout the new wave
Rapping ass n*gga an actor - Johnny Cage
Turnt in the club, he got smacked with some Bombay
Turnt in the trap, we get racks back every way
I can’t even cry ‘cause n*ggas die like every day
I got that white b*tch with me - Mary Kate
n*ggas be bluffing, ain’t even shoot a AK
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