Juicy K - AfroJack lyrics
b*tch! I write rhymes and get dimes, no one fine as me I bite lines and get fined, all the time you see My light shine, flow pandemic like swine Committing crimes with knives Crackin' spines while packin nines I move o's in a line like football Bought captain mo's, liquor fine, what a good call Hot Russian hoes, intertwine, (man you ball) Naw, I just move and store packs like U-Haul For a few stacks, my black Benz fit the chrome Ordered new packs, my mac-10's hit ya dome For the news racks back when I had a loan Record a few tracks, call me Jack the way my stalks grow Lines bein' slept on, pa**ed out operators Boxes full of white like stacked up office paper Ice game, like freeze tag, ya boy I'm stoppin' haters And I'm cruisin' with the bruins like I was a boston player Mosizzle: UGH! see im homicidal on arrival And all my rivals get the proper side of poppin rifles Back to back we madly strapped with Glocks and nines mills He walk with cops he wanna talk we pocket knife him Im high as f**, we light it up like fire trucks The nine is tucked it might combust, don't try your luck Lines we bust is twice as tough as Tyson's punch f** you pussies, no hymen rhyming as tight as us Find us broke from buyin scopes, the Glocks is co*king Rhymes is dope as lines of coke, we on the chronic Pop shots like a hot spot for alcoholics W run the country and terry fox it across the province See I leave you on the verge of an emergency That's murder in the first degree, the worst thing that you burns could be The hurtin that im serving make a person turning to surgery Best be learnin g I pack more steal than a burglary Philosophist: I'mma hipster hunter, your LG too mainstream But I hit it raw, splittin' hymen til my taint bleed It don't phase me, Phil's team sippin' Moonshine 40 hoes up on my dick, my, ya'll are too kind 40 bottles of 40 bottles and 40 models crawlin' up a shorty's drawers not a thought about tomorrow But if you feelin' sorrow, I tell a broad to shut the f** up just finish c*nt and swallow, oww, I'm f**in' awful And if that hooker finna carrot peel, then f** it, I'll push the b**h off the ferris wheel. Swag That chivalrous steez, your little sister gets her money's worth Take her out to dinner then bust her guts until her tummy hurts Been Cookin' Cane in Brooklyn, Mayne, you shook and gay That crack and meth, in Bangladesh, I'm fresh to d**h Doin' Barrels of Heroine, in a club out in Maryland Sellin' pills of Ecstasy, gettin girls to have s** with me That's just damn another day for me In the water swaggin out on my pool floatie You decide what kinda shots you wanna take for me Eagle's scared when I grip that AK homie Cbevs: It's Rugged Fortune, that's some rough extortion, the blunt is scorchin' while I'm chuggin' morgans Mosizzle: It's Rugged Fortune, the d** I'm scorin' leave you drunk and soarin' I'm pumpin' portions of somethin' ordered from scummy sources Philosophist: It's Rugged Fortune, I'm sluggin' orphans with toughed forces, I'm hung and gorgeous, your girl's a who*e but, I f**in' use her guts as storage, my lungs is porous from huffin' forests, when I'm clutchin' torches, I'm dumpin' four clips, you thump and hit the floor, b*tch!