Jimmy Hoffa Lyrics

Staying close to my pole, I'm not a Electrician

Stay away from you hoes, who got bad Intentions

Trying get me a loaf of bread, then spend it

Your head a be missing like jimmy Hoffa

Like a School dropout you don't want Problems

N****s falling off Shid' that's they problem

Shit spring out the chopper it be hot as summer

On these tracks I'm star, but your bitch a Runner

When I'm on her backside, yeah its that time

N***** pockets be flat line, I'm trying to fat Mines

If I move on side of me my black nine

You get outlined, you get that line ?

This my last time fucking her she lost her Mind

But I'm still on the grind when I'm off da grind

She came close to a ring I guess she Matt Ryan

I tell the truth up front, then I'm back lying

I don't even know if that make sense, But it's Goin make me dollars

Already know I'm up next shirt ain't got a Collar

She will swallow of that Casamigo bottle

But I don't fuck drunk hoes so I don't bother

I'm Hard as a carter, Shaun or Dewayne

Keyshaun in the game, they ain't give me a Thing

Everything I spit flames

This shit it run through my veins

Like bath water I'm drained

From the working, N***** hurting

Need to retire set on fire they jersey

Staying close to my pole, I'm not a Electrician

Stay away from you hoes, who got bad Intentions

Trying get me a loaf of bread, then spend it

Your head a be missing like jimmy Hoffa

Like a School dropout you don't want Problems

N****s falling off Shid' that's they problem

Shit spring out the chopper it be hot as summer

On these tracks I'm star, but your bitch a Runner