New Jack City (feat. Kodak Black) - Jackboy

I'm fucked up! You fucked up! Selling Niggers where's your stash You just blew your luck! Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top, I ain't talking about a name but my I'm fucked up! You fucked up! Telling Niggers where's your stash You just blew your luck! Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top, I ain't talking about a name but my For big Gucci OJ I put the cross on For now it comes the thunderstorm Couple Niggers down to murder for a couple strikes Brick squad, brick squad, everything is brick squad Seein a bitch nigga dead make my dick hard. Is only one word I can't take is the fear. I'm dying for my Niggers! My Niggers die for me! Like a midget to a train. ain't no stopping me No! I'm writing for my Niggers! My Niggers write for me! I'm my brother's keeper.all that we got is real. I'm not the bad Niggers or the biggest one But if you beat us, son, I get a bigger gun! I walk a lot of jewels And plus a lot of tools I make a lot of shops I make some mortal soup. It's such a beautiful day, To put my diamonds on display Black and yellow diamonds catchin sun rays on a sunday. You're a man or a mouse? He's a fucking mouse!

They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly When they see all these racks we orderin' Pussy start gettin' watery I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah" I got so much money now Couple 'round me 'fore the fucker came out I used to pull up to Club M, smokin' on a half an ounce Rockin' Jordans 'fore the fuckers came out First I took over the South, took the golds out my mouth I woke up with a motherfuckin' Ghost in my house I'm a gold mouth idiot I'm not with that silly shit Fuck all that articulate, my jawbone's illiterate Money unlimited Cash, I'ma spend that shit My diamonds be hittin' shit, bezin' out the Elliot Multi-million dollar nigga, they know I'm a predicate I don't think you ready yet New watch, it ain't ready yet They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly I'm on the stage, she in the audience Money keep her company Ice froze like a blizzard Finesse a nigga like a motherfuckin' wizard "Lean Back," Fat Joe, outta sizzurp Choppa hit 'em both, they're together, it's a his-hers Lil' hoe, what's good? What's the bizz-word No cap when I said, "I'ma hit first" My time, broke nigga don't deserve Any bitch wanted beef, ate dessert Shoppin' and spendin', I don't got no limit Fuckin' him good, throw it back, I be killin' the money He called it one hell of a feelin' Aye, bruh, tell these niggas I'm grindin' like Diddy Broke bitch need a payroll Eight hundred dollar shoes, Valentino Bitches be lost, so they fuckin' for the cheat code Summertime drop, I'ma pop out with a peacoat Freak hoe got no mileage, bitch You're my hating addict, bitch Keysha just the baddest chick And Asian, I'm a savage, bitch Who said I'm not rappin' shit? I'm harder than your daddy dick Took off, I'm not average I'm solid, Moleskin fabric They say Magic City super lit, so I pulled up in front of it Bitches on my summer drip and I just brought out some of it When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly My new AP so watery It make her pussy watery I told her, "Pick a chick, pretty and thick" She wanna see in front of me Exotic whips, designer drip I think the Feds recordin' me When they see all these racks I'm orderin' They get so disorderly I'm on the stage, she in the audience Money keep her company

Chorus: m.o.p. This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Prepare, get on your post and stand clear If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it We're highly recommended, listen, this is Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Prepare, get on your post and stand clear The brownsville sluggers, about to attack... [Lil fame] Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs Gettin on my nerves Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you flip Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin This lil nigga get to poppin, pistol grippin and cockin [Cuz nine times outta ten] I'm guranteed to leave you stragglin Plus I bag emcees that's babblin I ain't tryin to hear ya But I'm about ready to ear ya out Get the gats and clear ya out Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin [Before I send a slug through your melon] I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face [You sittin] I'm sittin on chrome like masta ace It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast I be wreckin like the fuckin jamaicans at sunsplash [It ain't where you from] it's where ya at And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff Is some new cats, living in new jackcity! Chorus: m.o.p. [Billy danze] Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap dudes [With fake attitudes] that refuse to play by the rules It's a shame the way they be dissin the game They fantasize then go to something I would tell lies [These fake thugs] replace slugs that's have three to nigga [Actin like he want it] no one wanna see my niggas [Firing squad] still firing, fuckin wit old timers Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement Stoppin your traffic, [m.o.p.] a classic Puttin you bitch ass niggas in caskets [you lil bastards] Don't know this rap shit, get this My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins [Raw breed] indeed, we proceed to give you what you need You way out of your motherfucking league It's the, warpath, o.g. staff Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot ass in half My family don't give a fuck about you How 'bout i, jump up and smack the shit out you [Get at 'em] took you down the firing squad committee Wit no pity, detonating this new jack city!

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid