Micheal Jack Lyrics

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool

Nah. Cuz I'm too fine

Get up on the mic and I ignite it cuz I'm too fye

Talkin crap I pull up where you at and that is no lie

Momma finna see me doing crazy shit on tv like I'm bill nye

But Ian doing science tho

I got that drip you in a drought just like the Mayans tho

Niggas say they tryin, but they steady grindin slow

Need a bitch that's bout her green might pull up wit a Irish hoe

Back up on the road but I forgot where I done been at

Coming in a convoy like cops deployed dispatch

Snap a nigga neck and break his bitch back like a Kit Kat

I will be a star and make them big racks, that's big facts

Let me show you niggas how to have a sense of humor

Bitch I stay high, Harold and kumor

Cut a nigga out like a blurry pic or a blooper

So fly im on Jupiter but ian gettin stupid er

Fucked ya bitch like last night. You swear that there's no losing her

She a hoe, I got in the panties without shmoozin her

Told you she a Saint but the whole gang screwing her

Niggas pick up lines is really just what they'd do to her

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool

Too cold neck freezing

Niggas heard 2 songs and hating for no reason

I be rapping wit the rappers and on timing wit the demons

Run up on me click clack, big gat gon lean em

Started rap a year ago, im better than yo favorite rapper

Bitch asked for grocery money, came back wit her booty fatter

I walked in the club and threw sum cake just like I baked it after

Anaconda, ice cube, her face is what my snake is after

Too Young having fun wit this shit

Hit making hit man brought a gun wit this shit

In love wit the money the women they want me and these niggas pissed, I'm loving this shit

Never lie, no cap, I'm the truth hoe

Yeah I ate, grab a plate, and a few bowls

Pockets hella fat like I'm stuffing em wit sumos

All these niggas sweet as fuck like they High fructose

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool

Call me Micheal Jack cuz I be walking on the moon

Winnin wit the beats because you kno I never lose

I just turnt cha bitch up, and Ian need the booze

Walked up in the room and froze the AC cuz I'm too cool