Jackboy — Killin a Sport

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All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil’ nigga these hoes adore
I’m thumbin’ through all of these bands, bitch, I’m the man, turn your good girl to a whore
Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complain, leavin’ his brains on the floor
My nigga he a shooter, got two turn Rugers, tryna up the score
Pop a nigga Medulla for the mula, he come kick down doors
Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser and show no remorse
My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin’ a sport

Pull up, pop an opp, and skrrt off in a ‘Rarri
I ain’t tryna fight, Glock kick, Jeff Hardy
Jack bought a TEC to come shoot up your party
Flip off the flesh, could kill everybody
Cream Dior all over my body
Fuckin’ a barbie that look like Cardi
Diamonds on ice, got my wrist playin’ hockey
Shining real bright, it be easy to spot me
Yeah, it be easy to spot me
Racks comin’ in, it’s gon’ be hard for you to stop me
Niggas mad that they not me
Built an empire, would’ve thought I was Ghazi
But nah, lil’ bitch, it’s Jack from the projects
Splitting bread with the gang, ain’t nobody stop me
Where the opps? I ain’t satisfied ’till them niggas see death
I tote big fire, I swear I don’t need help
Ridin’ with the strap, I ain’t talking ’bout seatbelt
Big fire on my lap, I ain’t sleepin’ ’till this shit dealt with
You niggas jump out then get killed quick
I don’t wanna talk, wanna get you zipped
I don’t wanna talk, wanna get you flipped
Roll ’em up in a cigar
I’m swinging that steel like guitars
Then she left my heart with scar

All these racks, I tend to do the most whenever I shop at stores
All this goddamn Dior, I’m that lil’ nigga these hoes adore
I’m thumbin’ through all of these bands, bitch, I’m the man, turn your good girl to a whore
Got a Glock inside of my pants, nigga complain, leavin’ his brains on the floor
My nigga he a shooter, got two turn Rugers, tryna up the score
Pop a nigga Medulla for the mula, he come kick down doors
Clip look like a ruler, catch a loser and show no remorse
My nigga don’t got no future, he fucked up, he think killin’ a sport