Mike Jack (feat. G Herbo & Rob49)

In LA with my **** Herb, my twin from the raq

I ain't gon' lie, my **** starvin', he'll sin for the stacks

Spent ninety days in the trap just to leave and catch a hat

Quick to get a **** robbed with four nines, welcome to Vulture Island

In my hood they call me Simon, killers do what I say

Every diamond came from Gary, they think this from Eliante

My wrist on, get out my way, my Cuban link on pave'

I keep her, yeah, I'm naughty, come get your bitch out my face

Thank God I went legit, from street shit, I chose rap

Grab a million from the raq, hop on the plane and fly back

Hundred shots go off for free, he died but he fired back

Though lil' foenem was from the D, they scratched off in five scats

I'm in the BP Cadillac, we got double Rs back to back

Switch start glitchin' like he got Tourette's

Switch three bitches, I was off X

I'm gettin' rich, I ain't breakin' a sweat

I just got an ASCAP check

And I bought me a Rolex, that bitch rose like Moet

Dropped the cap you ain't catchin' no hat, we doin' the dash in scats, ****

Fuck yo' hood, I ain't coppin' Ps, bitch, if it's that, it's that, ****

I'm with G Herbo in the raq but I can't lack it, ain't in me

I ain't laughin' with none of these hoes, bitch, take 'em off, I'm dead serious

I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson did the shows, ****

I done sold more bows than Ralph Lauren done sold clothes, ****

Piece hittin', this ain't come from Johnny, we ain't like ****

I bought bitches bodies, I'm her bitch ass boyfriend's nightmare

I don't just be sayin' shit, my boys all really rich for real

When I'm in the field, I keep that whistle on me, Emmit Till

PTSD from them gun shots, them bitches give me chills

Trap bangin', nah, for real, cookie sales, Mrs. Fields

Lord knows I can't afford another F, but **** playin' god

The whole city know what me and cuz do on the inside

All we know is scats, tracks, Hellcats, red eyes

My lil' bitch keep blick, she quick to face some shit, Baroline

On they ass, y'all **** knew we'd be on yeah time, alright

That's my uncle in that kitchen makin' his hand lock, alright

Where your mask when you in that kitchen? Make ya ass pass out, alright

Bitch, I love when you come through, have that ass out

Lord, we the reason they buy hearses, we buy bitches purses

I know **** who want it all but ain't tryin' to put that work in

Pull up in the turtle, bulletproof, I make **** nervous

Bring a friend when you slide through, make this shit a circus

Fuck me right now, girl, come fuck me right now

Ho already know I'm lit, she sucking dick straight on the flight out

It's her and her friend right now, I wanna see, don't turn the light out

Can't get no sleep and this money keep callin' me, I'm putting 'em right out

Lil' bro got locked, sent the kite out, scope on the AR, took the sight out

We got twenty Glocks when we pop out, **** get killed, what we fightin' about?

With some boss **** that's locked in, wanna see me win

Fuck **** walked into that Glock Ten, made CNN

I know trap stars sell green and hard, no CPNs

I got five percent on eight cars, can't see me in

And my big cuz, he renegade, he GDK but he GDN

He VK might kill his mans, gotta watch his kin

He don't want no bust down watch, he want the newest gen

Slide off the strength and let off shots, I'm still gon' hit his head

Like he discovered young buck that fucked up many men

You thought doe boy was one of us, we jump out mini vans