Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jack Shit, artist - Frenchie. Date of issue: 29.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jack Shit |
| This a jack move, go on your boy |
| I’m taking everything, even the door |
| Frenchie, why you mean? |
| I need that green |
| Shut the fuck up bitch, that’s what I’ma fucking scream |
| Oh you flossing? |
| Them VV’s? |
| I’m Trick Trick in my city, or the new supreme |
| What’s up, get your whole head knocked off, you wanna mack get the fuck up |
| Robbing got a nigga trying to come up |
| Oh, I got you? |
| That’s tough luck |
| You better join the army nigga, cause these streets is really not for you |
| Fight for your country, I bet you still end up in that soil |
| I got a pot that’s hot, that we boil |
| I got a wrist game, it’s so loyal |
| I got watch running through all blocks |
| So fire, you could still see the oil |
| I’m finna' crack your head, you’re so fucked up |
| No crack spots, that’s fucked up |
| No crack pipe? |
| You assed out |
| You can still use aluminum foil |
| My boys in the hood, us against the odds |
| You on some Trae shit, let me out the car |
| I call a crip a crip, don’t call me a slob |
| Cause if I flip the clip, the news gon' be on every block |
| Money is the subject, how to get it is the lesson |
| If you come around my hood, then you better have that weapon |
| On that jack shit |
| They be on that jack shit |
| Money is the subject, how to get it is the lesson |
| If you come around my hood, then you better have that weapon |
| On that jack shit |
| They be on that jack shit |
| Who the fuck left the gate open? |
| Better let out the big dog |
| I sent them to get y’all |
| You taking that shit off |
| They hollering, Trick no |
| You see me, I’m pissed off |
| And going through withdrawals |
| Nigga, it’s all raw |
| Get your face cracked, boy cut in a big brawl |
| It’s either take that, boy watching his bitch crawl |
| Somebody lay down on the floor |
| Bleeding from the fucking face, no drag his ass up out the door |
| They claiming he ain’t cut like that, then what the fuck he faking for? |
| Beat his ass again, fuck him |
| Take his shit, and let him go |
| If you ain’t heard the no fly zone, that means you niggas slow |
| You ain’t welcome in my city, bitch |
| Now you know |