do like jack

hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, how these niggas mob, they ain't do like that, you don't move like that, you don't do like jack, hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, raised up in that mob, now it's on my back, even though we hard, bitches love the jack, 30's on my car, 30 in my mac, you don't know who we are, this is what they slap, this is one for them ill bitches who fall in love with real niggas, we fuck bitches, we kill niggas, they don't give a fuck they still with us, where's your whole thang, we the dope gang mami, you know i ride around with a drum in the tummy, right now i'm the nigg but you always fucked with me, our sound so big that the world wanna know me, ar all-stars but we never need a trophy, european cars and the inside smoky, all my niggas strapped and their clips are poking, and they never laugh even though you niggas joking, two s's on my chev and the cam straight, 30 in my fn and i got this shit from oakland, every place that i land niggas pullin' up smoking, straight mob the whole town but the girl still open, bring 'em in our world now we got the pearl soaking, and we're only in the trap where there's niggas sellin' cocaine, i never said a word and i never heard a complain, 20 ak's never take'm to the gun range, to man you gotta start young, knock down ten niggas if you're beefin' with one, make it hard on these niggas every time that you come, hunnid in my clip but i'm leavin' with none, hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, how these niggas mob, they ain't do like that, you don't move like that, you don't do like jack, hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, raised up in that mob, now it's on my back, even though we hard, bitches love the jack, 30's on my car, 30 in my mac, you don't know who we are, this is what they slap, they say ain't no room, my ak gon' make the room, then the ja gonna take the throne, gun you down in the night when the laser off, man this mob ass shit is the number one song, fast shout any real nigga never got on, home-girl not a dyke but she got a strap on, just in case she gotta clap any nigga act wrong, so many bitches on my dick that i gotta act gone, bouta free my nigga ice he don't got that long, but we still pay the price cause there's niggas doin' life, know they free one day though we wish it was tonight, my nigga dre got shot then he went into the light, didn't pull through then but we wish he was alright, that was the only time i made a wish in my life, nigga i ain't never been a bitch in my life, hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, how these niggas mob, they ain't do like that, you don't move like that, you don't do like jack, hunnid in my chop and it's on my lap, raised up in that mob, now it's on my back, even though we hard, bitches love the jack, 30's on my car, 30 in my mac, you don't know who we are, this is what they slap