JoRac - Phase Two (feat. TY Andrew)

Can you hear me calling out your name
I bet you hear it when I get the fame
Yeah you like a ghost you a lame
Point blank I'ma take my aim
Red dot pointed right for a headshot
Parking lot write my name on the parking spot
Gotta cop some new diamonds to put in my watch
Got caught spending too much money at the shop
I've been in the back room masterminding
How to get the drop
JoRac got the blueprint and now Caro
Gonna make it pop
Ice so cold I'm wearing fucking fur
Until the winter stops
He thinks that his shit is hard
But we all know it fucking flopped
Thought I finally but I'm
Back inside with nothing left
Had my pride and then I tried
To kill it for a fucking check
Thought that shorty loved me
But it turns out she like giving neck
Now I gotta put this shit together
I'ma try my best
They can't turn me down
Don't you come around
Check my body count
Nah I'm playing
It's just one and out
Shorty got a man
But she never told me then
Now I'm in a Benz
Pull up to her friends
Can't stop gotta win
He backing out
I'm coming in
Got my boys
They my kin
Got some money
Stuff it in
Yeah we gotta lot of bands yeah
Pulling hundreds out our pants yeah
Drive the whip with no hands yeah
Baby I can be your mans yeah
I can't lie I just did some things
Probably should've died
When I pulled up to the corner
Kept that shit in drive
Yeah I'm dropping all the windows
Yeah they got inside
Bag at the crib
Yeah they fucking robbed my blind
Yeah I've done this shit before
Bitch fuck you thought
Yeah I'm at the back door
Yeah I cut them off
Pulled up right behind her
Then I pulled the fucking mop
Gotta spill yeah someone come
And clean her off
Gotta tell her back away
But she coming anyway
Shorty tryna ride my wave
Should've hit me yesterday
I'ma bust it open for yeah
I like it when the people say my name
I tied my hands up I can't catch a case
We gotta different kind of poison in our veins
I got money all over the place
I might go and flood my wrist
I might go and bag a bitch
Hop on top she tryna kiss
I know she just want some dick
Pull up with like fifty bricks
Pull up with like fifty chicks
Yeah I know that Im'a prick
I don't care I love this shit
I don't give a fuck about it
Yeah I cap I'm proud about it
Everybody knows somebody
They don't gotta know about it
I got bullets in my pocket
Just in case for all you watching
Got some money they come flocking
They know that I'm really popping

Written by:
Anthony Caro

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