Jean Jackets ft. Yung Meme & RESULT Lyrics

Yuh, eskee

That bitch pull that top back like a fucking convertible nigga

Right

Aye, aye

Nice, nice

Yuh Yung Meme in this bitch, pipe the fuck up

These niggas broke as fuck nigga

You already know what the fuck going on

This nigga really rent his clothes out, for the week nigga

What the fuck

These niggas broke nigga

Aye, what the fuck

Bitch, bitch

This not no foreign this a Hellcat

Boy you rent your clothes

I know you felt that

I been that nigga since a jit

My cornrows straight back

I just hit your BM with no latex

This not no foreign this a Hellcat

Boy you rent your clothes

I know you felt that

I been that nigga since a jit

My cornrows straight back

I just hit your BM with no latex

Aye your girl, she be choosing

I just bust down my Cuban

I brought a Glock to a fist fight

How the fuck am I losing

He do the Futsal Shuffle

Shoot him up with my Lil' Uzi

These niggas stealing my style and my flow

I find that amusing

These niggas not Meme

Don't give a fuck about that

I got a stock beam

Aiming straight at your cap

These niggas pussies

If you run, it's bullet holes in his back

And if you fuck with my gang

You in the box like an app

This not no foreign this a Hellcat

Boy you rent your clothes

I know you felt that

I been that nigga since a jit

My cornrows straight back

I just hit your BM with no latex

This not no foreign this a Hellcat

Boy you rent your clothes

I know you felt that

I been that nigga since a jit

My cornrows straight back

I just hit your BM with no latex

Only protection I keep

Is this razor tucked underneath my fucking sleeve

I play with heat like D Wade

This burner give your ass a Boosie fade

I don't need no rules to play no bitch

I treat these hoes like it's the Hunger Games

And bitch it's fucking choosing day

Reaping benefits like Christmas gifts

I had your dream girl sucking dick

It disappointed and I say that with offense

She wasted my time

I only fuck with dimes while you fuck with fives

I ain't working nine to five I pull that 24/7

I'm spitting more than Mac Elevens

Seen the reverend rocking Jordan 10's

Knew that he was just pretend

I'm the dude your bitches say is just a friend

But getting head between the texts she gonna send

To come to my defense then fuck me 'til there's nothing left

Yeah I know you felt that

Meme pulling up in the Hellcat

If you want the pressure we can push your hairline way back

See me in the future whipping Maybach

May I ask you face facts

Cause I'm about leave you scarred like face tats

And for the disrespect you got to pay tax

Heard she got addicted to the dick so I sent her to LRADAC

You don't get a rematch

I'm looking at the Grammy's

And that's where I'm gonna reach at

And if you don't believe

I hope you know you gonna see that, yeah