Lyrics Don't Force My Hand - Jackboy

Don't Force My Hand

I told my bitch I’m having motion, ain’t supposed to hate me
Don’t worry 'bout them, they not killers, they just talking crazy
And how these niggas be on my dick, this shit starting to amaze me
They be acting like lil' fucking hoes speaking 'bout the kid daily
I’m taking trips to Dubai just to shop, baby, I’m different
Got so much Dior in my closet, they say that I’m tripping
Got so much blue hundreds on me the bitch think that I’m cripping
I had to stop hanging with them niggas, we ain’t have the same vision
I can’t be wasting time on the jets, I’m tryna stack these mills
And how I been shitting on 'em lately, it’s like I got a deal
And how I been shitting on them niggas, I know they all pissed
Just when you shoot your shot, lil' nigga, you better not miss
Ayy, boy
Listen, if it ain’t safe for me, it ain’t safe for nobody out this bitch
That’s fact, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga?
Stop playing with me, man
Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever
Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil
I’m moving like a rebel, I won’t dickride for no clout
I don’t like to fuck with rappers, them niggas like to run they mouth
I’m a G all by myself, I don’t gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do something to me
You got me feeling like we could’ve been superstars
(For real, my nigga, we really could)
Pulling up in foreign cars
(Yeah, for real, for real)
Nah, fuck that shit, nigga, no, we couldn’t
The main niggas that be hating on you be the ones you think that wouldn’t
Niggas lying to the media talking about me on interviews
I expect that shit from them niggas, they ain’t got nothing else to do
Ain’t nobody catching me slipping, I’m leaving the studio clutching pistols
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mental
I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mind
I stopped fucking with every nigga that done gave me a fucked up vibe
I told DJ close the back door, don’t let none of them niggas in
Long as I got you and my brother, promise I don’t need no more new friends
The streets done taught me a lot, no ABC’s, just keep FN’s
The streets done taught me a lot to the point you can’t even trust your kin
Murder on my mind, I pray I never have to kill my dawg
I be ready to stand my ground, nigga know I’m not worried about the law
Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever
Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil
Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die
Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride
I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever
Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil