Ahksxma - Janky Lyrics

Turn one into three
Dem junkies chasin' after me
Buying drugs from me, is somebody I'd mad to be
Cuz I'm janky
I f*ck ah bitch to get the drop, you in danger
Can't find him, we gon send ah hunnit shots, where he hangin
What's your body count nigga?
What's the hood you be claimin'?
Don't care if he family nigga, tellin slide up, we gon flame him
Shots lift him up, fold em up like some jeans on ah hanger
Young niggas wildin', goin off, can't 'tame em
And they thought I was finished, I chase paper, like printers
And I'm wit dem niggas, killin killas, and the clip go gorilla
Damn we touchin all dis money, nigga sayin "we print it"
How they watchin on the 'gram, still they don't get the image
They baby mommas, they be fans, talkin' bout how we livin'
Fresh outta Popeyes, nine piece, turn that bitch to ah pigeon
Niggas mad see me ballin, they be peepin the dribble
Flew to the west, met the plug, had to get out the middle
I look up at the stars, and get into a mood
You take my love high, then you take me past the moon
I put you in that foriegn, and that bitch go vroom
You tryna bring a friend, we ain't got no room
Turned one into three
Dem junkies chasin' after me
Buying drugs from me, is somebody I'd mad to be
Cuz I'm janky
I f*ck ah bitch to get the drop, you in danger
Can't find him, we gon send ah hunnit shots, we ain't hangin
What's your body count nigga?
What's the hood you be claimin'?
Don't care if he family nigga, tellin slide up, we gon flame him
Shots lift him up, fold em up like some jeans on ah hanger
Young niggas wildin', goin off, can't 'tain em
And they thought I was finished, I chase paper, like printers
And I'm wit dem niggas, killin killas, and the clip go gorilla
Damn we touchin all dis money, nigga sayin "we print it"
How they watchin on the 'gram, still they don't get the image
They baby mommas, they be fans, talkin' bout how we livin'
Life out at Popeyes, nine piece, turn that bitch into ah pigeon
Niggas mad sneak ballin, they be peepin the dribble
Flew to the west, met the plug, had to get out the middle
I look up at the stars, and get into a mood
You take my love high, then you take me past the moon
I put you in that foriegn, and that bitch go vroom
You tryna bring a friend, we ain't got no room
You know they killed your homie, you ain't even slide
You got the glock, you got the whip, you ain't even ride
They dropped your man, coffin, then you caught the fear of god
You's da bitch, to be real, can see it in your eyes
Dem niggas tryna ride ma wave, but they can't catch my tide
My bitch she bad, she misbehave, got me mesmerized
My homie crossed me, took the stand, that's a hunnid whys
I did that time, took my soul, turned ma heart to ice
Put that Patek on my wrist, that's a hood trophy
I put the hood on my back, and the hood know it
I got some feelings inside, and I wish I could show it
Nina still stuck wit me, girl I love you, hope you know it
KT he ain't solid, Mal wit me he gon blow it
Jinx, he the driver, red spittin out the stoley
Did a lil magic, imma mix a lil potion
Versace bubble on me, that bitch came wit a holster
(Yeah)