jerk mangoes Lyrics

No I don't do crack, I just sing it inna tone

R- riding round the track, in my demon it gon' go

How many got my back, bitch, I don't wanna know

This a whole new track, this a whole different flow Huh, you ain't got my back, you a hater, you can go

Huh

I guess I'm tired

(oh I'm tired)

Of all the bull

(of the bullshit)

(shh)

Bitch we gon' get fucked, we gon

B-b-bitch we gon' get fucked, we gon

B-bitch we gon' get fucked, we gon

B-b-b-b-bitch we gon' get fucked

(pshh)

Cryin' for this mama, we gon' spin the block

She grabbin' on my waist, so I pulled the glock

No problem in my way, yeah, I shot the oops

Gordon Ramsay with the pasta, yeah I made the lob

(huh)

And I'm so fuckin' high right now, like different planet

And I'm so fuckin' high right now, my brain lagging

Walk out with a pistol, you wanna play tag? Huh

Yeah, that's what I heard, yeah, that's right, damn

Kick into your mama crib, oh yeah, we robbin

Ain't talking bout no Batman but, we sure Robin

And I'm gon smile at that camera, this that VFS

Huh, I got blood up on my shirt, that not VFX

No I don't do crack, I just sing it in a tone

R- riding round the track, in my demon it gon' go

How many got my back, bitch, I don't wanna know

This a whole new track, this a whole different flow Huh, you ain't got my back, you a hater, you can go

(I'm gon' smile at that camera)

(I'm gone smile at that camera)

(I'm gone smile at that)

Bitch I get that money, I'm a money launderer

Yeah I get the bands, get the rubber bands

How the fuck this bitch gon' twerk her ass all on her hands?!

And I ain't Taliban but we gon' blow up

Get the fucking cash here we top up