MIKE JACKSON Lyrics

I'm here to set the record straight y'all can't fuck with me

One car three deep catch this buck fifty

Hellcat's Tokyo this bitch real drifty'

Knock his head off it come down to the nitty' gritty'

Trynna suck her itty bittys' friend wanna lick me too

Like channel 5 I'll call slime and bring the action through

Wasteland full of apes I got survivor tools

Smacked her BD in front of the kids and now he black and blue

I got the hook up for real how many pair shoes

Eleven tricks up my sleeve feel like I'm uncle drew

Aye I'm kind of new to the shit talking

Catch a nigga lacking a the traffic walk now he jay walking

His shorty hitting my line this bitch stay stalking

I'm quarterbacking the trap I got some more options

She got head like a scholar she went to John Hopkins

Big Crip for real cuz what happening and what's poppin'

Aye what happening what poppin'

Full speed a head I am not stoppin'

In the back the seat this bitch straight boppin'

I called gang right up and and now she straight toppin'

Yo bitch slutty as hell I got the pack in the mail

If he only selling g's then he ain't making sales

Free Big EL out that jam till my nigga make bail

You realize who was there when you sit in that cell

I got two stick shorty wit the shit she want boffum'

To lit plus I got my glick' I ain't scared of nothing

Stick talk whispered in my ear I hear the ops was coming

Posturized the pussy bitch I'm Andre I be Drummond sum

An y'all drumming nothing

Was at his crib around seven niggas was straight bluffing

Yea you can get my number you giving up something

An I can't fold for a soul and I am not budging

Nigga said he smoke fye' and it was not busing

Nigga just like a jack my shit straight jumping

Turn this shit to the max my shit stay thumping

I gave a shorty a hug and she was straight blushing

I think she speak Russian