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Boss Bigg & 500 Kellz - Janky Lyrics
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Pack touchdown send it the distance
Bob Evans nigga I got the biscuit
Diamond on me and they str8 from the district
Arm & hammer wit da dope and remix it
Re-rock the water playin wit da fishes
I dont wanna talk aint no politician
VV's they shinin see me from a distance
Louboutin heels she whippin in the kitchen
Cant fukk wit lil mama unless she a vixen
Heard you was broke and cant fix it
Fukk layin up put that lil bitch on a mission
Run to the money you know I got tunnel vision
I got shooters my niggas pop up out the cut
Pussy say he want smoke might as well light em up
He get blitzed, hit, he cough it up
Outline chalk em they zip em up
Like a band aid boy im in tha cut
100 Round choppa volcano erupt
Young nigga drippin, skatin on ice like a hockey puck
Stay on the road you know 12 tryna lock me up
We gon slide like a virus my niggas pop up
Draco halo we send em up
Got too much drip in this bitch soak it up
Six hours up the road pounds in the trunk
Cuz we trappin breakin shit down like a fraction
Interstate traffic
Bricks in the fender all white like a napkin
Arabian plug and his daughter name Jasmine
Throw up dem racks got it snowin in Magic
Uncle Sam wit da dope I be taxin
Dope the same color as Michael Jackson
She wanna fukk cuz she know im havin
I get a rush when the pack in
Touchdown in yo city and pick up the backend
Havin white girl Khloe Kardashian
Too much money it cant go in the mattress
All my young niggas lurkin wit ratchets
I bring the trap in wit a flip
Chillin relaxin and boolin in da vip
VV's they boxin wanna see how hard they hit
Lyin say he trappin really aint hittin licks
Niggas claimin the gang and they know they aint wit da shits
Chopsticks in the trunk dope in the vent
We janky, dont trust me I'll finesse you quick
Talkn that gangsta shit we know you just a bitch
You just a bitch you get hit wit da backhand
Trap beatin from the front to the back end
I can tell that u pussy see thru u no catscan
Ol school dirty choppa came from Pakistan
Red bottoms drippin blood Mack 10
Hotel, 100 hoes; Black Ken
When I was down bad they didnt show no love back then
Jumped in them streets and a nigga got trapped in
Workin workin work my wrist til it locked
Got some savages up top they in the box
You can Ripleys believe it or not
That this choppa hold a 100 clear out the spot
Dirty stick get to sparkin like 4th of July
Russian cream backwood rollin Gelato
Pull up in a foreign whip no we dont do El Dorados
Playin wit money like I hit da lotto
El Chapo pullin up wit the tacos
Its a horse in the front but this whip not a Bronco
Huncho huncho bringin the truckload
Ima get me a sack feel like Im Urlacher ay!
Dont fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Cant fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Dont trust me cuz I will finesse and say thank you
Bad lil bitch hold the dope in her anus
We janky time to pay rent extortion
We janky we up that fire & torch em
Trap make a killin trap mega fortune
40 Cook a nigga like George Foreman
Dont fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Cant fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Dont trust me cuz I will finesse and say thank you
Bad lil bitch hold the dope in her anus
We janky time to pay rent extortion
We janky we up that fire & torch em
Trap make a killin trap mega fortune
40 Cook a nigga like George Foreman
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Pack touchdown send it the distance
Bob Evans nigga I got the biscuit
Diamond on me and they str8 from the district
Arm & hammer wit da dope and remix it
Re-rock the water playin wit da fishes
I dont wanna talk aint no politician
VV's they shinin see me from a distance
Louboutin heels she whippin in the kitchen
Cant fukk wit lil mama unless she a vixen
Heard you was broke and cant fix it
Fukk layin up put that lil bitch on a mission
Run to the money you know I got tunnel vision
I got shooters my niggas pop up out the cut
Pussy say he want smoke might as well light em up
He get blitzed, hit, he cough it up
Outline chalk em they zip em up
Like a band aid boy im in tha cut
100 Round choppa volcano erupt
Young nigga drippin, skatin on ice like a hockey puck
Stay on the road you know 12 tryna lock me up
We gon slide like a virus my niggas pop up
Draco halo we send em up
Got too much drip in this bitch soak it up
Six hours up the road pounds in the trunk
Cuz we trappin breakin shit down like a fraction
Interstate traffic
Bricks in the fender all white like a napkin
Arabian plug and his daughter name Jasmine
Throw up dem racks got it snowin in Magic
Uncle Sam wit da dope I be taxin
Dope the same color as Michael Jackson
She wanna fukk cuz she know im havin
I get a rush when the pack in
Touchdown in yo city and pick up the backend
Havin white girl Khloe Kardashian
Too much money it cant go in the mattress
All my young niggas lurkin wit ratchets
I bring the trap in wit a flip
Chillin relaxin and boolin in da vip
VV's they boxin wanna see how hard they hit
Lyin say he trappin really aint hittin licks
Niggas claimin the gang and they know they aint wit da shits
Chopsticks in the trunk dope in the vent
We janky, dont trust me I'll finesse you quick
Talkn that gangsta shit we know you just a bitch
You just a bitch you get hit wit da backhand
Trap beatin from the front to the back end
I can tell that u pussy see thru u no catscan
Ol school dirty choppa came from Pakistan
Red bottoms drippin blood Mack 10
Hotel, 100 hoes; Black Ken
When I was down bad they didnt show no love back then
Jumped in them streets and a nigga got trapped in
Workin workin work my wrist til it locked
Got some savages up top they in the box
You can Ripleys believe it or not
That this choppa hold a 100 clear out the spot
Dirty stick get to sparkin like 4th of July
Russian cream backwood rollin Gelato
Pull up in a foreign whip no we dont do El Dorados
Playin wit money like I hit da lotto
El Chapo pullin up wit the tacos
Its a horse in the front but this whip not a Bronco
Huncho huncho bringin the truckload
Ima get me a sack feel like Im Urlacher ay!
Dont fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Cant fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Dont trust me cuz I will finesse and say thank you
Bad lil bitch hold the dope in her anus
We janky time to pay rent extortion
We janky we up that fire & torch em
Trap make a killin trap mega fortune
40 Cook a nigga like George Foreman
Dont fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Cant fukk wit dem niggas they janky
Dont trust me cuz I will finesse and say thank you
Bad lil bitch hold the dope in her anus
We janky time to pay rent extortion
We janky we up that fire & torch em
Trap make a killin trap mega fortune
40 Cook a nigga like George Foreman
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Writer: Branden Kellem, Christopher Wesley
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