Lyrics: Eddie Jackson
Music: Eddie Jackson
Trashbaggbeatz
Coming out jazzy
So ****in' jazzy
[Chorus]:
Closest thang to Jesus Christ, rockin' ice, I'm a gifted guy
Can't explain the feeling when I copped that new 650i
Curving all these hoes, married to paper, bae, I can't reply
Super charged the 'Cat, tap the gas, all you see is demon fire
Ballin' hard, triple-double, T-Mac with the leanin' eye
Young b***h got no job, she just swipe cards, that ho be schemin' by
Lobster tails for brunch, used to cook cold cuts on the steamin' iron
Her daughter now can't stand me, I supply auntie nem, fiend the high
[Verse 1]:
Life been kinda good, but miss Ms. Debra, this shit bittersweet
Somewhere in a ho spot with two b*****s like the middle seat
Wipe my ass with hunnids, I got bills all on the shitter seat
Laws been kinda hot, hit the block, meet me on the middle street
Pint inside my joints, probably need surgery, shots of cortisone
Racks inside of garbage bags, everywhere, a hoarders home
Good standards with the plug, he get me extra, won't be short a zone
Green dots for Rue Money, in the pen, he talk on cordless phones
Birthday in a week or so and I just wanna drop a tape
Put on some lil clothes, go see my jeweler, probably drop a safe
St. Patrick, I got power in this stick, this b***h a drop a eighth
Oceanview the condo out of town, that's just a spot to play
Tables turn, bridges burn, mad at me, they losin' now
Nail shop on my off day, gettin' my feet did, I'm gettin' bougie now
Think I'm Caresha best friend, slidin' with that lil uzi now
Omar Epps, in too deep, no actin' we shootin' movies now
[Chorus]:
Closest thang to Jesus Christ, rockin' ice, I'm a gifted guy
Can't explain the feeling when I copped that new 650i
Curving all these hoes, married to paper, bae, I can't reply
Super charged the 'Cat, tap the gas, all you see is demon fire
Ballin' hard, triple-double, T-Mac with the leanin' eye
Young b***h got no job, she just swipe cards, that ho be schemin' by
Lobster tails for brunch, used to cook cold cuts on the steamin' iron
Her daughter now can't stand me, I supply auntie nem, fiend the high