Based Jd - Last Chance (Outro)

This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
Make these racks dance, this my last chance
This my last chance
I don't even need nobody
I can't even see my mans (Rip Sizzle)
Yeah, ever since I was a baby momma said I had some fans, I been living in advance
I'm a youngin, but i'm old
I got hunnits, so i'm cold
And she want it, so she bold
All these niggas, they all fold
And I think they prolly told
I be living by the code
You ain't ballin, bitch you sold
I got thotties on the low
I got nigga's bitches with me, and you know they down to roll
I be taxing, like a toll
You be acting like a troll
If you think a nigga playing, I will show you the control
I got hunger in my soul
So this industry the bowl
Nigga nasty with the flow, so i'm growing like some mold
I don't really like niggas
I ain't finna lie man, I wanna fight niggas
I'm just grinding for my team
Man this music shit my life, i'm just living out my dream
Shorty want me in her jeans
Got her actin like a feign
Nah this bitch she really bugging, trying to ask me for Celine
Got her rolling off a bean, and you know she never seen
I don't pop pills bitch, you know I stay clean, yeah
I cant go out bad, i'm tryna chase this bag
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
Make these racks dance, this my last chance
I thought I told you i ain't got no competition
When I talk, niggas listen
Diamonds glisten
Bitches fishing for a reason
Change the season
Got them sneezing
This shit treason
I'm in Germany, bitch stop the teasing
I got visas, I got pizzas
I ain't talking bout no pie
I'm a leader, got that heater
Bitch you know I got that fye
She a eater? I might keep her
I don't really like to lie
I got demons in them beaters, and they really like to slide
Put that smoke up in the sky, if you thinking that you fly
Jd imma crazy nigga, I don't think that I can die
I just come back better than ever, no matter the weather
Your girlfriend wetter than wetter
She write me a letter, she want to give me header together, her and her friend
I'm really bout that shit, I tell them do it again
Do it again, and make it a ten
Say hi to my friends, hop in my Benz
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
This my last chance, make these racks dance
Make these racks dance, this my last chance

Written by:
Jalen McField

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