MICHAEL JACK Lyrics

I feel better when I skrt off the lot (off the lot)

Where the opps, in my dust looking lost (gone)

Pockets hurt cause it cost to be the boss

Looking like money but I still shop at ross (til this day)

Whataburger, what a size, apple pie (large)

Ricky Bobby, she gone shake it for the guys (for the gang)

Dumb money had to get it being wise(being smart)

Quarantine all my hoes inside

Look where I came from (look)

Now look where am at

You can see where I'm going

Before my Samsung(before)

My phone was a jack

Now my 13 blowing(blrrt)

James harden, they hate how I'm scoring (And-1)

Slave master, I'm whipping the foreign(skrt)

You be lying, so they be ignoring

I be trying, so they gone adore it

My edge up make bitches panties touch the earth

Twin said the trap closed you heard it here first

I don't sell drugs but I'm cool with the nurse

I don't sell drugs but they call me like clerk

Aye

Slide on a nigga like Michael Jack

Hot as me, when that nigga start smoking crack

I talk money you niggas still talking cap

You my son, I backhand you for talking back

I use to feel like an Outkast no 3 stacks

Down bad, felt the bottom no going back

All my hoes who front on me now calling back

Making money, family proud, no Kyla Pratt

You my son you get drunk off the Similac

No Chief Keef, in that coupe imma silverback

In that coupe I'm like Wayne, where my ceiling at

She love me but ion know where my feelings at

I feel better when I'm fucking on yo thot(on yo bitch)

Tell the opp she in the back giving top(she giving neck)

P Baby get her wet like Voss(splash)

Bouquet when I'm done she getting tossed(gone)

Recipe they be looking for the sauce(they be looking)

On her tongue, now my kids mouth wash(eww)

The opps sweet but they taste like salt

You in foul trouble cause you can't block a shot

You can't get no dap, you can't get no hug

I can't be out here showing niggas love

I put you in a box and then your mans next

Now y'all looking like Gunna & Young Thug (damn)

Put my young niggas on like Jermaine Dupri

You can't call me twin you not the same as me

Niggas going broke that shit insane to me

I wake up get a bag like eight days a week