Gotta Do Jackboy

[Chorus]
Momma told me keep on shittin’ on whoever going against you (Okay, okay)
I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw dude really my lil’ sister (He my lil’)
I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw he pussy, he really on his period (Really on his)
I don’t give a fuck who say he thuggin’
He really fakin’ nigga, I ain’t hearing it (Naw, naw, ay, yea)
I don’t give a fuck who feel some type of way
Nigga, do whatever you gotta do (Okay, okay)
I’m not Ben Simmons with this shit
Nigga, I’mma hit every time I shoot (Every time I shoot, ay)
Keep my distance from these niggas
They walking around with the bitch-nigga flu (Bitch nigga flu, yea, ay, ay)
It be just me and my pistol, I ain’t stepping out here with no group (With no crew, naw)

[Verse 1]
It be just me and myself in that Lamborghini riding with a pistol
I got money to keep me company
I ain’t tryna hang with these niggas
I got money to keep me company
But it can’t take away the pain
I done been through so much shit
I can peep when you’re running game
Can’t treat me like a lame I’m alert I’m staying focused
I’m rolling right now off a perc, going with the motions
I keep a Glock nine got ‘em thinking I’m from Orlando
I’m putting up big numbers, I’m too much for them to handle