jakey freestyle Lyrics

Run it back

Run it back

Run it back

Hyaa

Hyaa

Hyaa

Hyaa

Run it back

Run it back

Nah I ain't

Got a band

Got a band

Yeah I

Got a man

Got a man

Nah you

100 Bands

100 Bands

120

120

Everybody got a man

Lil kid no plans

Checkered pants fit with vans

Yeah I bring it round

Bring it round

Yeah bring it back

Bring it back

I swear I did that for a snack

I swear I did that for fun

If I can't mess yo' face hon

Then take my porsche and skrrt son

Yeah I did that

My playbacks

Way too whack

I called that

So I sat

And I didn't know I didn't have to do all that

Took a left turn and I landed right back

And I didn't know I didn't have to do all that

Took a left turn and I landed right back

Yeah

Quit being funked up I'm incapable (what)

Yeah I put shit

Put shit on the table

Do it well

Nah I make shit that really sell

Yeah Yeah

Someone copped a twelve

Only copped

Only copped a twelve

Swear I rep LeBelle's

Ain't got scat to smell

Yeah, shi-

Ain't got scat

Ain't got scat to smell

N.Y.P.D

Shit beneath me

Still gotta give em hell

Pitchforks sellin' like tuition tolls

But when they purr up it's time to Ben Fold

Gettin' breezy and oh so cold

F.R.20

The shit we need

Keep up on our feet

So we can give em hell see

Take a photo with me

Still in frame as they bleed

Looks like somebody needs

To be put asleep

Put asleep

Bring that bitch