Jefferson Albert Tibbs Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' around, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, niggas doin' all that Facebook cappin' My re-up cost your life
From the time that I woke up, I sold a hundred grams twice
I was in that trap gettin' dirty for like a hundred days and nights
Depending on how you comin', I got like a hundred different prices
Nigga don't tell me bout no rumors, I ain't into nigga business
I don't want no new friends, I see some grimy in them trenches
Grew up known in the city, I was still tryna spin a bin
Nigga look into my cases, hoe I always stood on ten
Learned to cook fuckin' with Chevy, I had to turn up on my blend
Yeah my wrist was feelin' weak, I had to turn up on my spin
Tried to push me off the edge, bout to split a nigga wig
I'm in that kitchen dancin', tryin' meet a play, I feel like kid
I done blew it up and sold it, shit I gotta get it how I live
Ain't nobody wanna feed me when I had stomachs touchin' ribs
Yeah, this grown man business, I won't go back and forth with kids
Came up playin' hardball, I feel like Jefferson Albert Tibbs
A lot of niggas rap about it, but they ain't talkin' shit like this
Turned a half b to a whole, one another half still in the crib
Got the softy for a thirty ball, its hard for twenty-six
Gotta make you pay the fee if you tryna get this water whip
If a nigga died today, I would be a legend aint even thirty
Niggas talk right out his pape, nigga won't play me like I'm turkey
Need you to run this down the way, won't say it again if niggas heard me
And all these niggas switchin teams, niggas sit down and pick a jersey
nigga this fetty shit will hurt you I got purple, call me Worthy
Go ask Justin ketchel bout me, I spend racks on my attorney
Ill never be fucked up serving, I come from dunlap Pershing
I was ballin' way above the fuckin' rim, I feel like Birdie