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Jackin Season Video (MV)




Performed By: Wrekkless
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Joseph Stovall




Wrekkless - Jackin Season Lyrics




Its jackin season bitch!
Hahahaha
You better tuck yo shit whenever I come around
You already know what time it is
Wrekkless mothaf*cka!
Jackin season
Click, clack, bap, bap,
Mothaf*cka back, back
Two ugly mothaf*ckas in a shit brown Cadillac
Gettin ready to do a jack,
Come up off of all that,
Before I push ya wig back
Make ya f*ckin brains splat
You feel me?
I don't think that you do
I demand respect soon as I walk in the room
Look at all these f*ckin' haters,
What a beautiful view
It's that Wrekkless mothaf*cka,
Who the f*ck are you, huh?
Bitch, you gets no play
This could go down either one of two ways
We start bussin' rounds, your whole clique gets sprayed
Or you can turn around and we can have a nice day
I mean,
I ain't really tryin' to get violent
So I suggest it's best to stay quiet
Cause once I start wildin',
Muf*ckas start dyin'
Muf*ckin' body's pilin',
I guess it's just the God in me
Or am I the Antichrist?
Look me in my eyes, mothaf*cka, I am not nice
You wanna roll the dice, then we can roll the dice
But a piece of advice
Once you gamble with your life
You can never have it back, that's a fact, it's a wrap
Once they put you in a casket dressed in all black
Now you're food for the maggots, eternal dirt nap
You thought I'd finish last, but who had the last laugh?

Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season

Now this is the plan
Steal some license plates and put them on your momma's caravan
Two guards at the gate, drop them where they stand,
Let them fall to the ground like Raggedy Ann
And now we advance,
Watch out for alarm sensors that'll ruin our plans
Here's a couple Addys, now your senses enhanced
Peekin' through the window, I think that this is our chance
Don't get nervous now, bitch, I see that sweat on your hands
Pop open the safe, this where they keep all the bands
I couldn't believe my eyes, I just stood in a trance
Fill the bag up, then stuff the rest down your pants
Just grab all you can
Three minutes behind schedule, yo, where's your mans
Bump the f*ckin' end table, knocked over a lamp
It shatters on the floor, then I hear the bedroom door
So I pop two shots, then I ran
I hit the street runnin' with a duffel full of duckets
It don't make sense, where the f*ck is this motherf*cker
Off in the distance, I hear the howlin' of sirens
I had to make a move quick, makin' sure they don't find me
So I run, hit a fence, hit the alley, then finally
I see the red caravan with the stolen plates
Headlights in my face, not steppin' on the brakes
Last second jump out the way
Four dude's jumpin' out with masks on their face
Goddamn what a day

Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season
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Its jackin season bitch!
Hahahaha
You better tuck yo shit whenever I come around
You already know what time it is
Wrekkless mothaf*cka!
Jackin season
Click, clack, bap, bap,
Mothaf*cka back, back
Two ugly mothaf*ckas in a shit brown Cadillac
Gettin ready to do a jack,
Come up off of all that,
Before I push ya wig back
Make ya f*ckin brains splat
You feel me?
I don't think that you do
I demand respect soon as I walk in the room
Look at all these f*ckin' haters,
What a beautiful view
It's that Wrekkless mothaf*cka,
Who the f*ck are you, huh?
Bitch, you gets no play
This could go down either one of two ways
We start bussin' rounds, your whole clique gets sprayed
Or you can turn around and we can have a nice day
I mean,
I ain't really tryin' to get violent
So I suggest it's best to stay quiet
Cause once I start wildin',
Muf*ckas start dyin'
Muf*ckin' body's pilin',
I guess it's just the God in me
Or am I the Antichrist?
Look me in my eyes, mothaf*cka, I am not nice
You wanna roll the dice, then we can roll the dice
But a piece of advice
Once you gamble with your life
You can never have it back, that's a fact, it's a wrap
Once they put you in a casket dressed in all black
Now you're food for the maggots, eternal dirt nap
You thought I'd finish last, but who had the last laugh?

Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season

Now this is the plan
Steal some license plates and put them on your momma's caravan
Two guards at the gate, drop them where they stand,
Let them fall to the ground like Raggedy Ann
And now we advance,
Watch out for alarm sensors that'll ruin our plans
Here's a couple Addys, now your senses enhanced
Peekin' through the window, I think that this is our chance
Don't get nervous now, bitch, I see that sweat on your hands
Pop open the safe, this where they keep all the bands
I couldn't believe my eyes, I just stood in a trance
Fill the bag up, then stuff the rest down your pants
Just grab all you can
Three minutes behind schedule, yo, where's your mans
Bump the f*ckin' end table, knocked over a lamp
It shatters on the floor, then I hear the bedroom door
So I pop two shots, then I ran
I hit the street runnin' with a duffel full of duckets
It don't make sense, where the f*ck is this motherf*cker
Off in the distance, I hear the howlin' of sirens
I had to make a move quick, makin' sure they don't find me
So I run, hit a fence, hit the alley, then finally
I see the red caravan with the stolen plates
Headlights in my face, not steppin' on the brakes
Last second jump out the way
Four dude's jumpin' out with masks on their face
Goddamn what a day

Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Its jackin season
Load up the nines
Its jackin season,
Pull down the masks
Its jackin season
Load up the nines and pull down the masks
Its jackin season
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Writer: Joseph Stovall
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