Jackin for Beats versuri

Jackin for Beats lyrics by KrispyLife Kidd

Intro
Shit, fuck
Alright

Verse
How you didn’t know I was slimy? I was right under your nose
I ain’t sprintin’ out the club, I came in with my pole
Bitch pretty shakin’ ass, do it without no clothes
Ugly hoes stay at home, nobody want you, Sloppy Joes
Bitch twenty runnin’ from that dick, stop actin’ like you grown
Your mans lookin’ back, come get a loan, I put you on
I’m in the club bright as fuck and you know we smokin’ strongs
I know you fucked me, baby, but fuck one of my bros
You hit my ho, that bitch a ho, it really ain’t that deep
I don’t cuff no bitch, I be stuffin’ all the freaks
Made my opps move out, fuck around and made ‘em break they lease
Bust that fully, bust that fully ‘til that button break they streak

Interlude
Yeah
Stupid dumb-ass bitch
It’s the real thing
(You aren’t even a cold breeze for my man Taz)
Uh

Verse 2
Hit my plug, tell him get my kis up, he need us
I got my shooters in that fit, they steppin’, get high-knees up
Niggas cannot fuck with us, I tell ‘em get they cheese up
Everytime somebody die, they screamin’ on my Jesus
What city? Breeze sluts, these hoes, they need us
Hangin’ out the window with that wood, I’m holdin’ a tree stump
Walkin’ out of diamond Saks, five thousand for a mink
Twenty-eight hundred for these buffs, Hutch chipped ‘em off a sink
I’m a real boss bitch, no, you cannot fuck for free