Jack Lyrics

Bitch, I smoke on the gas, then get on the beat

Why you niggas be cap like you be in the street

On the sidewalk, talking like you in the heat

Hit the road, get that bread, you just internet beaf

And my cougar bitch mad, I ain't see her in weeks

On the road getting bread, but she want me to beat

Call him Sandy, he talk like a ho, cause he tryna get cheeks

Niggas say that they up, but they sleep

Bitch, I'm tryna hit the, for that bread, get that money

Niggas ain't your dawg, they be moving funny

He want beef, slime em out like his nose was running

And my plug don't throw, he be punting

Shoot my shot with a bitch, I don't really miss

She blew me, we met in the club, but she want a kiss

I'm Trying to get money, can you find a truist

Old school down the road, still serve in a old school Buick

When I met the plug, he ask me, can you move it

When I'm in the club, I don't dance, I be grooving

She shaking ass, and that shit, there be moving

We spinning shit, but we get it right back

Finna hit the road, might as well call me Jack

You ain't in them lanes, I'ma give you this hat

You ain't getting cheese, but I know you gon' rat

Bitch, I smoke on the gas, then get on the beat

Why you niggas be cap like you be in the street

On the sidewalk, talking like you in the heat

Hit the road, get that bread, you just internet beaf

And my cougar bitch mad, I ain't see her in weeks

On the road, getting bread, but she want me to beat

Call him Sandy, he talk like a ho, cause he tryna get cheeks

Niggas say that they up, but they sleep

Bitch, I'm tryna hit the, hit the road

But these niggas still hatin

I might fuck on the hoes, but bae, I don't do datin

They be all in your pockets, like, what is you makin'

You can go fuck with him, cause bae, I don't do savin

On the road when it's demon time

She giving neck in the back while it's fiendin' time

While I'm pullin' up, serving, she be on that freaky time

I'm on I4 sliding, while I got the seats reclined

Why you niggas hate, go get a check

Show that fake love, man, that shit make me sick

Never talkin' money, always bout a bitch

Never wanna get it, always tryna sit

Call me Jack, I'ma hop up and get it

One for the three, but I might get you two for the fifty

Boy, you cap so much, you might turn into a fitted

Missed the parlay by one, bitch, I'm livid

She say that's a foreign, but bae, that's a civic

Try to knock me off, but I had a pivot

Stop chillin' if you bring out money

And they never fuckin' with it