Action Jackson Lyrics

Aye, turn me up don't turn me down bitch you know what the fuck going on who lotta 4sk Shit gang shit

Shoutout lil scott shoutout my nigga madmax man

Pop out blow em down then pop right back in chase em down 5.56's they gone blow a Nigga back in

Niggas run when they see gang face and that's facts leave em stretched ona curb all you Seen was his ass

And we told em you can run but you better not fall headshot instant death got em shitting In his drawls

Knocked da phone case off his ass heard he tried to make a phone call hating niggas on My dick like lebron bitch I'm gone ball

I talk so much much shit boy i had to pop a tic-tac ian tryna talk to niggas boy I want em Shit bagged

Why he flexing for these hoes ima rob his ass when I catch my opposition tay-k bitch I Gotta blast

Are you sure you wanna die like them other hot damn boy I'm smoove like some butter Nigga

Trackstar glock turned em to a runner no cap man that nigga got some burners nigga

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Pop out blow em down then pop right back in

Chase a nigga down 5.56's blow his back in

Aye, gang

Aye turn me up don't turn me down

Boy I'm hot as hell I'm in this bitch sweating I'm off a mother fucking bar

Aye, somebody turn on the mother fucking air hot as fuck in this bitch

Aye, get at my nigga leeky he got good as mid that no cap that shit shit smoking

Posted at the trap we got more gas than texaco shot em in his leg leave em hopping like A kangaroo

Never shopped at home depot but we keep a lotta tools whole lotta blues in my pocket You can keep the clues

Better then yo favorite rapper give a damn bout who he is they say I'm the hottest ina city How I give em chills

Told my niggas go and spend yo block like a ceiling fan they ain't tryna leave off yo block Till They kill a man

Fuck it, I love the way she bounce that ass put it in my face and I'm finna eat dat pussy Girl put it ona plate

Told the hoe I pull out early how dfuck she late ask her is my name monday ion go on Dates

Every beat I'm on I kill it tryna charge me with murder can't keep a stove in my pocket But I keep a burner

Tryna tear down what we built but I'm still building stack the money thru the roof higher Then the ceiling

Free hotboy, goon, and baby out them fuucking cages leave a nigga white beater red Like a nigga painting

Never worked with dogs but with that glock ima vet all my opps dying got me looking like Damn who next

My mama say I'm living wrong if I die then I guess she dead right

Even tho my shooters on go they still hit yo ass at a red light

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Pop out blow em down then pop right back in

Chase em down 5.56's they gone blow a nigga back in