JACK IN THE BOX Lyrics

My boy a stepper but he limpin' 'cause the chop on him

When it come to pistols, fuck a Taurus, we be Glock totin'

Couple two two threes hit his melon, bet it pop open

I got what they need, tell the fiends that the shop open

Lined up round the block like newest Jordans just dropped

Look inside my cup, you'll see it's more than just pop

Easy lick, my youngin said the door was unlocked

Spank him for the whole load, hit the decor with gunshots

He died broke, goin' have to start a Go Fund Me

Fausto retarded with the chop, he goin' dummy

Wrap his ass up and bury him, now bro a mummy

My youngin demonized, don't come round him showin' money

That's just ignorant

It's called a chopper 'cause it's takin' off some ligaments

I be geeked up off the dust, I get belligerent

Vyvanse or the Addy, fuck it, can't even tell the difference

Can't even read the words on my drip, I feel illiterate

Get some bread and spend it quick

Hit his block and spin again, he startin' shit, I finish shit

Lick a tab now I'm in here trippin' dick

Bullets laced with toxic waste, I'm a let the Blicky spit

Ridin' round like a furnace, all this heat up in the car

Smokin' on a paycheck, expensive tree up in the gar

If I take another puff I'll probably be up in the stars

Got to stretch it 'til the morning, plug dont re up 'til tomorrow

So now I got to stretch him just for makin' me wait

World class bakery, I'm makin' mean cake

I ain't got no friends, youngins fakin' these days

Both eyes on the money, keep on makin' these plays

Like a quarterback

I pulled up stuntin' now he tryin' to get his shorty back

Make it look easy but I promise that it's more to that

You copped a Charger 'cause you probably can't afford a Cat

She act good, The Raven bring out the whore in that

Got her in here eatin' meat

Hop in the stu and eat the beat

It should be known I'm keepin' heat

Youngins suck at bein' me, tear it up and flee the scene

Drop the mic and leave it be, come get your hoe, she need a leash

Easily I get it crackin'

Say you made a come up but ain't no one see it happen

Don't drop nothin' else until you hard, you need some practice

At everything you do or say, I promise we be laughin'

You a joke G

Star player, ain't nobody have to coach me

Rip Speaker Knockerz, got it by my lonely

Why your actions different from all the shit that you told me

Startin' to get the vibe that you out here just straight up posing

Everything you is phony

It ain't shit to talk about so do not try to phone me

Why the fuck it's so many youngins that's tryin' to clone me

Probably 'cause I'm doper than opiates and ya'll some dope fiends

And I know it's hard to break a bad habit

Quit rappin', you simply just bad at it

Been active, I'm out here on Jackson Avenue

Rockin' baggy Trues, tryin' to get my bag fattened

Poppin' out like Jack in the box

Thirty or better, extended mags in the Glocks

Walk up in your trap to get the stash, ain't fixin' to shop

Then hit the foundation with them gats until it drop

I'm a smash, ain't gettin' caught