Think They Are Jackboy (Ft. Denzel Curry)

[Intro]
(Kid Hazel, you killed this)

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Gotta watch these niggas around you, 'cause they might not be who you think they are
'Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, riding 'round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon' fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I'm pulling up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe, but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don't see me ever falling off
I know niggas hating, so I got my niggas toting rods

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Catch an opp slipping, knock him out his tennis
Down to catch a case, tryna get ahead of business
Clean the block with the mop, I ain't leaving no witness
Claiming he a bitch, show up in a nigga kitchen
Dior on me, got me feeling blessed like a Christian
Came from shit and made millions
Ran it up fresh out of prison
I'm a gift to the game, no riddle
Fuck your handout, I ain't tripping
Got his bitch with me, I'm pimping
Glock on me got a nigga limping
Glock on me, you could go missing
Cartier on my vision
Shitting on you niggas like a pigeon
She fucking with you, she a duck, quack
I took her from you with a big sack
What I took from you, can't get back
You niggas broke as fuck, need to fix that
Yeah, you gotta watch your bitch plus you gotta watch your dawgs too
Just 'cause he say he real, that don't mean he ain't flawed too
Just 'cause he tote a steel, that don't mean he'll pop you
Only riding with the ones that I know gonna drop you
Wanna be a hot boy, well, I got hot shells
I'll slap you with this pistol, don't kiss and tell
Niggas going police tryna send you to jail
Niggas really hurt, you ain't in no cell