1 of 1 ft. Big Jaz Lyrics

It's Hendy

Illest chick won't fold

Ask the guys, I'm ten toes

Don't ask me bout no Vick

Like stop playin', got plenty bows

Mini man, hope you can duck

I'm goofy, walkin' with that pole

I've been a threat, like Mad Max

I'm pretty, but if you know, you know

This another one

DJ Khaled, another gun

Call, collect, that shit a mess

Treat bro like that's my daddy's son

Heard my honey be with the opps

Like damn, that's another Bun

Don't keep sayin' that you gotta switch

This five-five-six, rip through your tongue

Ma, I pray he don't act stupid

Pussy whipped , he turned ruthless

Get brain inna S.R.T

Then give it back, that head useless

And I like finer things

I don't want no Louis V

Just give me Gucci

Wonder why this FN busted

All in his mouth, I ain't talkin' Lucci

My left pocket stuffed with bands

Blue and green go hand to hand

Like bright, but I got a tan

Stay with the K, I ain't in a clan

Two-two-three's gon' make him dance

Knew he was hit just by his stance

I ain't a rapper, I really get active

I ain't gon' give you one more chance

And stop askin' where I been

You know I been in my bag

Don't ask me bout no X

You know he lost, what he had

When I pop it, I won't flex

You know I ain't tryin' brag

I make it harder than I pass it to Jazz

They say what Jazz bout to do

Just know I'm gon' see it through

I'm strategic with this shit

Because I got a lot to lose

I be focused on the track

That's why I'm steady seein' blues

Dedicated to this shit

Because I got a lot to prove

They can't fuck with me

The one these bitches wanna be

I be icy as a bitch

And I do not know how to ski

So much Za inside

My blunt, this bitch is

Lookin' like a tree

I be knee deep in his pockets

He be callin' me Capri

Real bad bitch with a master plan

Trust and believe, I'ma try my hand

Not too much, I don't understand

Real low-key, can't find my gram

Me and Hendi pullin' up

And we hoppin' out them trucks

Callin' anybody bluff

Having motion, not enough