jack dans - r3ckl3ss lyrics
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 1: diamond]
pop a pill, i’m chillin’, b*tch, i am the villain
ballin’ like i’m healin’, mark this f*ckin’ feeling
down my shirt sippin’, nah
[?] always flippin’, bruh
got your girl, she trippin’, duh
you can call me travy (yeah)
can you drop the addy?
got your girl, she fannin’, she can call me daddy
i got perc’s, i got tens, what the f*ck you want? (mm)
i been poppin’ all my pills, b*tch, i’m focused up (ah)
i don’t talk, got the crills, man, i’m f*ckin’ up
wobble ’round the whole town, man, i’m throwin’ up (yeah)
got me lookin’ up and down, man, i feel stuck (stuck)
f*ck your b*tch and f*ck you too, duh (duh)
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 2: r3ckl3ss]
got jack dans, be f*ckin’ up my liver, uh
runnin’ with the gang, yeah, we gonna get your sh*t split, uh
seein’ all her friends, but i only wanna f*ck with her
yeah, she real bad, yeah, you know she gonna sl!ck it up
runnin’ out of time, so you better come and hang with us
throwin’ h*lla bands, yo, racks, gonna rain it up
runnin’ h*lla low, so you know i had to hit ’em up
talkin’ on my name and you gonna get your sh*t hit up (b*tch)
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
[verse 3: r3ckl3ss]
that b*tch, yeah, she flow so far, i ain’t even got no bars
people f*ckin’ in they cars, sound so familiar
homeless [peekers?] on my arms while i’m rappin’ in the yards
now she got me rappin’ hard like i’m in the f*ckin’ dark
spin the city smoking darts, i got p*ssies seein’ stars
yeah, that ass the shape of heart, and so good, it turned r*t*rd
freaky b*tch, she got me hard, that’s not even the best part
yeah, she love me, ain’t no [?], peepin’ her, it from the start
[chorus: diamond]
gun dressed up, tell me what the f*ck you figure, uh
b*tch real bad, she be pullin’ on my trigger, uh
b*tch, i’m sad, i be sippin’ on the liquor, uh
got jack dans, it be gettin’ real thicker, uh
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