JackBoy - Don't Look Like Props lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Cameron, you the man now) (Jai Beats on the track, boy) [Chorus] Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property This sh*t give you bad luck, I can't take none of this sh*t out with me Walked out of jail fresh to death, b*tch, that's a felony How shawty wanna cuff a G you would've thought she was arresting Extensions on my Glock I'm out hunting after the opp I'm not taking pictures with guns 'cause these b*tches don't look like props Now ni**as really get shot, they end up somewhere dead Send them zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that ni**a head [Verse] I send them zoes after your body, told 'em snatch that ni**a soul He'll do it for the bread even though he still on parole Ain't never been a ho, he on go when it's time to shoot I grew up around killers, ain't have to go and recruit I grew up around soldiers who bring pistols in the club Ain't taking sh*t from me but we will give his addy slugs My cup from the mud, my diamonds from the dirt My ni**a off them drugs, he tweaking off the Percs He geeking out his body, you could get shot just for looking wrong This .40 be the kryptonite for the ni**as that think they super strong This pistol take his power, have him begging like a coward I ain't never going for nothing, fu*k ni**a, I'm from Broward [Chorus] Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property This sh*t give you bad luck, I can't take none of this sh*t out with me Walked out of jail fresh to death, b*tch, that's a felony How shawty wanna cuff a G you would've thought she was arresting Extensions on my Glock I'm out hunting after the opp I'm not taking pictures with guns 'cause these b*tches don't look like props Now ni**as really get shot, they end up somewhere dead Send them zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that ni**a head