JC FINEST Lyrics

JC finest , yea he going up like that's the only way he know

JC finest , yea he going up like that's the only way he know

JC finest , yea he going up like that's the only way he know

JC finest , yea he going up like that's the only way he know

JC finest , yea he going up like that's the only way he know

Like that's the only way he know

JC finest, yea he going up like that's the only way he know

He be sliding, He done fell in love wit strippers cause he keep a pole

And he been having all these racks since a Youngboy, just like he BabyJoe

And he be vibing, he so antisocial swear that he don't trust a soul

He conniving, if you play with him then bodies get to dropping

He be wilding, young n**** only fifteen but he still popping

And he ain't f****ing with N***** they be capped out

And he been trying run down on a n**** leave him faced out

Thirteen his first time getting high, same year he let off his first shots

Fourteen he start getting big cash, now the young n**** got a big bag

Turning up for the days he was sad, now the young n**** on they ahh

All on the gram flexing that cash now the young n**** got the mad

N***** don't want to beef with lil bro, Lil bro up heen coming down

He don't give a f*** if it's bout 30 n***** he gone let off rounds

And he shooting like curry a hundred from the field he gone lay them down

H** wasn't f***ing with him back then now he got a bag turn her a** around

JC finest, yea he going up like that's the only way he know

He be sliding, He done fell in love wit strippers cause he keep a pole

And he been having all these racks since a Youngboy, just like he BabyJoe

And he be vibing, he so antisocial swear that he don't trust a soul

Alphabet he sticking to the G code, made out of steel don't know how to fold

Then got into a jam with his homie find out the scary n**** done told

Still bring him pain even though it's old, still tryna figure out why he folded

If it's gang business then it's on the low, ion know why the lil n**** told it

Skinny jeans with a pocket full of racks, yea the young n**** lit

Before he put his trust in a h** the lil n**** gone marry his blick

Or marry the bag one cause a young n**** fell in love wit this s***

And he ain't really wit the talking you saying it's up, he upping the stick

And he done ran up him a bag for every person that he cut off

Bounced back from that one L now this lil n**** can't take no lost

He having it can't nobody tell him s***, he buying it no matter the cost

And he done stacked up them bands for every inch of pain he done fought

JC finest, yea he going up like that's the only way he know

He be sliding, He done fell in love wit strippers cause he keep a pole

And he been having all these racks since a Youngboy, just like he BabyJoe

And he be vibing, he so antisocial swear that he don't trust a soul

He conniving, if you play with him then bodies get to dropping

He be wilding, young n**** only fifteen but he still popping

And he ain't f****ing with N***** they be capped out

And he been trying run down on a n**** leave him faced out

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