Jack Jetson - 400 lyrics

{V1} Yo Modern punk Yeah McDonalds junk Shottin' skunk In the limo doing key bumps with Donald Trump Where you at? (Where?) Street wear but never wore hundreds Ask me what does 2020 mean? sh** thats 400 4 ounces 2 litres Getting more blunted 4 couches 2 divas Couple who*es stunting Astral Suzannes got me crashing Bandicoot Pa**ionfruit when I strap a zoot So f** your gla** of juice.. I stay winning like a horse race tip off In a North Face zip up, at my court case pissed off Lift off Watching Team Rocket on the Panasonic Jack your wallet I'm gone like Dr Robotnik catching Sonic When I'm bopping Bury me in DOOMED in a regular coffin See the spectacle popping Fans ain't expecting of nothing Medicine dropping in the Old Jamaica I'm balling like I sold the Lakers Strapping zoots in golden papers...unghhh - {V2} Yeah.. Second verse Same meds as First f** a Church I need a hearse cause I've been dead since birth Hit reverse Pull up on a spitter off the liquor You mixing drinks like a vodka spritzer I'm a cognac sipper Rolling in that off-black bimmer Pull up f** your chain, my boys take aim, they tryna lift your skull up I'm growing wings but never picking no redbull up My blood just got the Stardog Feeling like 'f** God' but look up Now I'm gazing Power blazing Tower raising Up to where the clouds and rain is Don't forget about my trainers I wear them odd cause I'm still strange like my first album Book of secrets Turn a phoenix to a burnt falcon We pulling up in sketchy whips just to burst out albums Shout my ? in leeds cause for that lean I used the first/to burst fountains sh**, I'm going in That's a reverse outing And I would count me down and out but never learned counting....