Bo Jackson Lyrics

Bro cappin, he know he get no action

Talkin' to this bitch while her toes tappin

Ooh, I slide up and get the ho laughing

And I knock it at the park like I'm Bo Jackson

In the city of sin where vultures prey

She'll make the tricks pay in order to play okay

Enjoying fruits of her labor is what she do

Oh my goodness, look at you, you get the boot

No denying, especially if you're not buying

Items off her menu, oh this is true

Ooh, so look around and check the atmosphere

The facts is clear, all these bitches sellin' ass in here

If they ever had a mind, they must've lost it

I'm on my boss shit, another day at the office

If I draw a line, better not cross it

Tired of dealin' with her shit, I'm exhausted

If she keeps throwin' it back, I'm finna toss it

Bitch is toxic, she loves dat my heart's frosted

You gotta be game up and cautious

Got that bird bitch runnin' off like an ostrich

Ooh, and should I treat her like scraps of meat

Actually, they clap for me when I snap on beats

Ooh, appreciation for the praise

Tryna find my way up out the maze