JAY FORD ft. Ford Prefect Lyrics

Right now

Okay, I mean, nah, I can't even eat yet

I can't go yet, I gotta smoke first

I don't go nowhere until I smoke

I'm sober, nigga

I need to smoke first

I would've rushed into the crib

I would've been there all day

Sitting there miserable as fuck, talking to nobody

Mad as hell

Mad as hell

I would've had road rage. I would've been mad as Fuck

I would've left my kids at daycare. I wouldn't have Did shit

It's a mandatory minimum that I smoke an eighth Before I leave anywhere

Mad as hell

Bar's too hot

Pick that shit up off the Q with some tongs

Fuck that boxing shit when I be punching its Either in my songs when I'm hitting bongs

I ain't puffing on that weak shit yeah I'm smoking Strong

Got so fucking high, i flew to the moon, add a talk With Niel Armstrong

Fuck a honda, deal with momma, now we have Accords

Ford up on them verses, Jay in the stu creating Chords

Fuck that fishing shit, when I go hooks, it's only For the chorus

Off the top, right off my head, came up with Words, need no thesaurus

Wait, wait, wait, wait

I just dyed my hair purple, matching with my drink

If you send your shots, we sending missiles

Then pull up in tanks

Leave you in a massacre, he shoot them bullets Fuck a shank

Fuck it, I'm gone cash out a couple k's, i'm gone Break the bank

Thought he was tough, beat him up, till he can't Even walk

Disappear without a trace, body traced round White chalk

He don't know where to look, so he watching his Mouth when he talk

Open mouth, then I stalk

Caught him off the block, shot off his top

Then fly off in an A four Skyhawk to condos

All my shooters let they choppa sing, shooting 5 0

Cause we ducking 12, with the kilos like Pablo

Roll up another doobie, went from high to Soprano

Blow up with my music, call me Gary Triano, bitch

I made a couple k's, call me Jean-Claude Van Damme

Too many o's in my account, the bank teller call Me Toucan Sam

I got more money that your bitch can't stand

She tryna touch it with her whack bare hands Bitch

They call me Young Jay, and I ain't getting any Younger

I got Russo Baltique stinging my liver like a Puncture

At the function, undercover, stand up, like Chris Tucker

Slide up on my bitch, with a rubber then fuck her You motherfucker

Complexion drive, and flakey, but make no Mistake, g

Bar for bar, in the battle, like me wrestling a baby

I'm cold, snap his neck

I bought the Bentley, just to sell it, that's a status Check

Like I said I'm young, drinking from the fountain Of youth

And I'm still getting high, sipping green like Vermouth

In a coupe

Drop the top, the smoke clear from the boof

I'm with my crew, pull up geeked spitting bars in The stu

This a full house with family matter my fam

Watch my back the mac jam when it rattle god Damn

Bitches think they special but they just a sheep in The cattle

Yo bitch ask to fuck you pucker up your ass while She straddle you uh

She get it on she ping you pong she smack your Ass with a paddle

Ya wack rap stink, i smell that pong imma battle

But i ain't talking bout whilin' out

Watch the money move as it go through my five Accounts, it go

It go dollar, than a dollar, then a comma not for Much longer

Money disappear to an account in the bahamas

Cook up too hot man i need to take my jumper off

I don't like your bitch i just fuck her then i dump er Off

Hook up cali pack smoking clumps of raw

Kill ya whole fam with a humongous claw

Got yo bitch texting me said that she want some More

Got a new phone new number cuz i don't fuck with Whores

Well

I mean i fuck with one

Pull up to your party with a loaded gun

The shit pops off when the bass drops

I do it just to watch em run

Only way that you can talk to me is if you got the Funds like i want it son, bitch

Load it and shoot a tec through your neck

Nobody gon detect me, fuck twelve they never Suspect me

Never test me cuz i do what i gotta do b

Remember my fuckin name cuz you gonna see a Lot of me

So supernatural i should be studied by a scholoar G

Bitch I'm in the stars but do not fuck with no Astrology

I'm a different breed like you confuse kangaroos With wallabies

Feds won't get me no genetic genealogy

Honestly

Uh, yuh, bitch, uh uh uh, yuh, bitch, uh, uh

I'm the king of this shit you could call me a Pharaoh

And i don't fuck with your bitch cuz her top lip got Hair doe

And she got lots of it

Cops pop up and i skate like a pop shoveit

Sweetie treat me like a jolly rancher keep on Suckin

It ain't nothin bitch I'm hot like a muffin

Yo mama made me cold fresh out the oven

I sell fake IDs and their all mclovin

And I'm lovin it

Like mickey deez

You know I'm running shit

No TFN

Fuck government

Fuck the government

Fuck the government

Fuck the government

I said fuck the government, bitch im anarchy

When I load the choppa and i buss it, I'm thinking Se la vie

Hear the shots ring out, you and your crew get Panicking

And once the shots hit you, i disappear, call it Vanishing

You know that i keep it a stack

Baby come here and go throw that ass back

Fat packs

Filling my lungs

Bitch i got fund in the safe, you know i got fat Cash

My bitch got fat racks

If you ass me, i don't give a fuck, i think you Identical look like a rats ass, fax

You got a flat ass

Bitch that's a hard pass

We be the ones that make a train move, cuz we in The stu and we making them hard Tracks

Bumpin the music too loud in the whip, hit a bump In the road, that's a car crash

My bitch she a scholar the way she be using her Brain and giving me head i'm calling her Ash Kaashh

BITCH