Big Jack - Fluit

You know I don't do no talking
Nigga bout that action
You say you bout that money
Let me see what's Happenin
Tell me what it do
You Know I got that juice
I be on the move
Catch me ridin in that coupe
Give me what you got
I put it on my back
Bounty boy shit
Now how you feel about that
Hatin ass nigga want to try to hold me back
But this bounty boy shit
Got them jumpin like crack that's fact
Came up out the mud with it
Ain't nobody stoppin us
Ridin in the coupe
My shades lookin like binoculars
All these niggaz hatin man
Fuck whoever knockin us
Got that gas with me
And you know we about to spark it up
Came up out the mud with it
Ain't nobody stoppin us
Ridin in the coupe
My shades lookin like binoculars
All these niggaz hatin man
Fuck whoever knockin us
Got that gas with me
And you know we about to spark it up
Smokin on that mint leaf
Keep that thang with me
Bout to buy a house
When I should've bought a bentley
Know they tryna get me
Dont fuck around with me
That cutter hit your stomach
Leave you searching for your kidney
That bounty boy shit
You know how we do
Jump up off the porch
I ran and got that loot
Miss me with that cappin
Let me get that truth
Niggaz out hear fake
I can tell by how they move
You doin too much talkin
Never about no action
Your girl on my line
Say she need satisfaction
Niggaz get to actin
My dawg get to cappin
Den run up in your momma house
Goin through her cabinets
Came up out the mud with it
Ain't nobody stoppin us
Ridin in the coupe
My shades lookin like binoculars
All these niggaz hatin man
Fuck whoever knockin us
Got that gas with me
And you know we about to spark it up
Came up out the mud with it
Ain't nobody stoppin us
Ridin in the coupe
My shades lookin like binoculars
All these niggaz hatin man
Fuck whoever knockin us
Got that gas with me
And you know we about to spark it up
You aint talkin bout no money
Need to get the fuck from round me
All dez haters in my face
Feel like they tryna drown me
Got to play catch up
Cause they always somewhere I don't be
I see why you mad
Cause your lady got her eye on me
Damn
Keep them breathin tho
Can't let a hater die on me
I heard you pray to god
But why you always lie on me
I'm in the lab bro
The only place I gotta be
Im a keep droppin
Till your grandchildren tired of me
My verses cost a quarter key
Don't even think bout asking me
You aint gettin money
That's a lifestyle catastrophe
Got it out the mud
Comin up just like a apple seed
Aye health and strength
The two things all a hustler need
Came up out the mud with it
Ain't nobody stoppin us
Ridin in the coupe
My shades lookin like binoculars
All these niggaz hatin man
Fuck whoever knockin us
Got that gas with me
And you know we about to spark it up

Written by:
Anthony Johnson

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