Jacko Hendrix & Jamahl - GOODBYE BOZO

Watch how I get to the bag
Watch how I get to the racks
Skrrt, hop in the jag (Yeah)
Swerve to the back (Yeah)
I got some sleuths
We find the addy you'll be on the news
We gon' pull up in the peanut butter coupe with the almond butter insides
Shooting straight at your group nigga
I'm feeling a forty
I called up lil' shorty
I made me amends and I smacked up
Forty-two fifty, I dream about millies, but see me some racks in my stashbox
New packs in, let's test it
I'm going eight rounds I just can't stress this
What's understood not getting said, lil' bitch ain't get no type of message
Fuck it, I leave 'em on read
All of y'all energy it just can't faze me
Forty-two shots to my head
Twenty-four flipped like y'all can't outtake me
I just like touching this bread
Cheffing with Lemøn, let the pot keep basting
Cartier glasses on him, drip 'til we die
Let the Lord come take me
I smack a lot
I smack a lot
I smack a lot, a lot
I smack a lot, a lot
I smack a lot
I put ten down out of forty
I was doing my portions
I'm a fourth, I did my quarter
They gon' get gone when you want 'em
Hype train, chugging
Lampshades, you bugging
Little boy he get extorted
He ain't gon' do what he promised
I'm gonna smack that shit
Should of never smoked that shit
(Nigga)
And I never wanna smack again
And I never wanna smack again
And I never wanna smack again
And I never wann
I should have never smoked that shit
No, I should have never smoked that shit, no
I should have never smoked that shit, no
Should have never smoked that shit

Written by:
Jackson Gray, Ta'riq Jamahl

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find