Lyrics Jail Talk - Jackboy, Yella Beezy

Jail Talk

In a box, bitch
With that log, bitch
Wanna flock, bitch
I’m talkin' 'bout Haj slid the beat
Gave me top, bitch
I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
Woke up, we inside the infirmary
Woke up right back in a box (In a box, bitch)
Bitch, you play, you gon' get hit with that log (With that log, bitch)
Kodak visit me, now CO’s wanna flock (Wanna flock, bitch)
On my mama life, a CO gave me top (Gave me top, bitch)
That ain’t change shit, it’s still fuck the cops (Fuck the cops, bitch)
I don’t care what you did, ho, you still an opp (You still an opp, bitch)
You jail talk, came home and she got dropped (She got dropped)
Should’ve brought her to the 'jects to get swapped (Get swapped)
I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
Woke up, we inside the infirmary
Hey, hey, I don’t need you, you need me, yeah, hey
Soon as I get my nut, I’ma leave, yeah, hey
Beat that pussy sloppy 'til it cream, yeah, hah
And then I’ma sneak out when you sleep, yeah, hey
Y’all on shit
Tell me what you don’t know, bitch
Haystack in my poker chips
Bitch, hop on my pogo stick, yeah
Oh, you slow slow, bitch?
Post me, that’s a no-no, bitch, yeah
Ain’t no photo, bitch
I promise I don’t know you, bitch
He a lil' bougie jit, two racks for the kicks, came off frontin' nicks
Bitch, get off my dick, I’m not tryna trick, you steady sneakin' pics
On that groupie shit, you pathetic bitch
Tryna get rich, tryna soak my drip, tryna steal my clout
Bitch, without a doubt I’m the realest out
Go and ask the South what lil' Jack about
Play with guns, I don’t really like to shout
Bitch, don’t run your mouth or we hoppin' out
Bullets poppin' out, then we skrrt skrrt out
Then we skrrt skrrt out
I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)
Woke up, we inside the infirmary
I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)
I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)
Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)
That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)
Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)
Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)