Jacky X - ABC's

Yuh
Shouts to the east where they feast
On the beast meat
Hurricane Streets but it’s clean
Shit it beats me
Why you think we eat and
Make peace in the evening
Everybody freaks in the sheets
Fuck a g-string
No knee cap homie don’t play me I don’t need that
Population dense thinking maybe they all need rap
Qian Zai Na Li Tryna sign where the ink at?
Where the Xi Huan Hip Hop ABC’s at?
ABC’s at
You know we back
Lemme go in on this
Hol up
Hol up
Hol up
I’m an animal
Nothing but a suffering cannibal
Bumping radical lyrics with
Mumble rappers at a fashion show
Smuggling far from hard drugs but I hustle
Stuck in a rut, leave you concussed from the tussle
Got the dank ass purp in my purse Goyard
THC dripping all on me like wax
Never did I think that I’d make it this far
Copped her some Fendi now she call me dad
I rock Versace Sandals
Not Huaraches you Rascal
Smoking weed to unravel
A broken piece in my bag
And bro I ain’t even mad
At random thoughts to be had
I’m flowing raps for the cash
Cuz Goyard’s costing a grand
I been growing my stacks
Happy girl in the back
Rapping mad facts on some random ass tracks
Funny thing is my knack for
Running mean with a pack of
Backwoods matter fact bring a fat 20 sack (fuck ‘em)
Shouts to the east where they feast
On the beast meat
Hurricane Streets but it’s clean
Shit it beats me
Why you think we eat and
Make peace in the evening
Everybody freaks in the sheets
Fuck a g-string
No knee cap homie don’t play me I don’t need that
Population dense thinking maybe they all need rap
Qian Zai Na Li Tryna sign where the ink at?
Where the Xi Huan Hip Hop ABC’s at?
You know what I mean?

Written by:
Jacky Huang, Kit Lescault

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