Lyrics

Aye Aye Aye its P.K We got chops on the beat Wild we goin wild Keep it a hundred yeah Wild Keep it a hundred Yeah Yeah Just hopped out of the whip Got the buttercream seats Sitting in my cream seats And I'm feeling real heat Up on this maker Got to got to get it like I'm on that shake yeah Meta in this bitch been on my protein my protein Meta in this bitch looking real lean real lean Yea I'm feeling clean got a fresh cut and another bitty huh Hopped up in the city yup yea yea Yea I got the fiftys in my hand in my hand Meta in this bitch ready to throw it on a stripper bit Meta in this bitch ready to throw it on a stripper bit Yea I'm up again I'm feeling crazy Yea I got the sauce yea I'm wavy Came in like the Like the buttercream seats Came in like the shit Like the buttercream seats Yea can't fuck with me gotta another on my wrist Gotta another on my fist Yea I gotta vengeance Yea I gotta vengeance For that paper that I spend Bout to go and re up and flip it again Meta in this bitch flip it again Meta in this bitch flip it again Switching lanes in a porche Switching my lane to the port Jump in straight from the porch Yah yah I'm holding the flame like a torch Controlling the game from the source Only to blame is yourselves Putting your name in a box Jump on a beat And I came here to box Holding a fleet in my phone Watch where you aiming them rocks She Giving me brain in her socks Homie you act like a clone Got to give Tunechi his props Homie you actin too grown Only 18 and you calling the shots Gonna get whacked on your own Phone getting tracked to your home Jump on the scene and I mix up the pot Whip it too clean like I'm making a lot Tripping on me like I'm jaded I'm not Two bitches on me like I'm famous I'm not Yeah I'm not aye I got it yeah Don't you ever doubt it Yeah Yeah I told you that I'm bout it I been gifted with a talent I ain't tripping I got vision I been sipping So I'm swerving Fuck precision Fuck my instinct I'm just living How they miss me They ain't hit me Been 2 dodgy Live too risky Thought that's obvi Making history Thought that's obvi Making history Yeah Yeah When You make me angry Just know Jutty Jut yea he be dangerous Cause I'm in my mind in my thoughts know that its contagious I will pop out with my homies know that we will spray ya Yea I will give you a facelift let your shawty hop on my spaceship Yeah she wanna Suck my dick know that she gone taste it Yeah she like my flavor Yeah High risk taker Yes My old song called the highstakes I take it Uh They be acting like they fake Like they wanna back on stab me Like they shame my name But my name is Jutty jut N Ima rip it out the fucking cut If you got problem let me know what the fuck is up I will fucking kill you Yea I'm filthy You know I will Drill You Yeah you know I pop pills to Yes that nigga talking stupid But you know that be fucking clueless I feel like Eazy e because I am spitting ruthless Uh Your honor I be Truthless When I'm balling like Stephen curry I be hooping Yuh I'm scoring buckets Like MaxthaDemon I be jugging And they talking real crazy but you know they are under Yeah I will shoot you out Yuh I'm on the scene talking like how that sounds Yeah I am with my brothers know that we gone creep it out Yeah Little pussy don't got a crown Im the king I got the crown I will knock you out of bounds Like how that sound Creep around round Creep around Yea creep around Yea you fuck around and find out
Writer(s): Justin Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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