jack boys
I affiliate my self with real niggas
Y'all ain't know that did y'all
Y'all got to though
You hear me
Everybody got squares in they circle
Kicked all ours out though you know
Ayy, what's up with them shootas
Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya
Ayy, what's up with them real niggas
Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga
Jack boys, jack boys
You play with my niggas and they gon
Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys
My niggas they killas and they gon
Jack boys
Ayy, in that choppa Frank Lucas
Ayy, shout out to my shootas
Ayy, my niggas they so ruthless
Ayy, don't run up got a Ruger
Ayy, my Rollie match my Cubans
Ayy, my new lil bitch is Cuban
Ayy, designer
Ayy, I dream in my designer
Ayy, fuck all the dead opps
Ayy, shout out to that head shot
Ayy, I a-a-ain't scared y'all
Ayy, free my niggas from the Feds y'all
Ayy, niggas hate on me and shit
Ayy, I be sellin' that D and shit
Ayy, your bitch fuckin' on me and shit
Ayy, why y'all mad at me and shit
Lets get it
My niggas they killas and they some jack boys
Don’t call my phone for a feature, I text you know it
Stalking bitch up on my line
I had to press ignore
Ridin’ round with the slammer
I’m never paranoid
On papers and I still tote that
You know it
Most my niggas out on bond
And we ain't paranoid
If you up it and you got it
Then you bout to blow it
And we don't fall out for no bitches
Cuz they all goin'
Got them fifties and them hundreds
For my jack boys
Threw them fifties and them hundreds
Where my jack boys
Ayy, and he say he a shoota
But ayy, Lil Durk What's up with them shootas