Jack Out The Box

[Intro] Yeah, Gunna Gunna, nigga Yeah, yeah (PLAYMAKERS) [Chorus] I peel off the lot, I chop off the top Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box [Verse 1] I'm fresh off a jet, I gotta be next Pop a pill and I sweat, sippin' lean to digest Gunna-Gunna the best, got some new VVS YSL on my chest, gotta get a Patek I grew up, but thеy never show love Makе you stand on your head Sell that yola, that coca, that soda Then go get a bag That FN, it gon' turn you over, put you in a bag Four door truck in the Jaug’ Left that hoe in the past (Hoe in the past) I just wan’ get me some money I do this shit for my mufuckin’ momma On my birthday, I just want them blue hunnits I don’t wanna lay up, I wan’ see them commas (Wan’ see them commas) I love it when she call me “Gunna” She suck on my dick, I fuck her to a coma I let her be my promoter I swear that I been a Young Stoner [Chorus] I peel off the lot, I chop off the top Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box [Verse 2] My pocket got green like they lettuce Most of all these niggas tellin' I walk in the bank to the teller And take a hoe to the 'telly The racks up [?], can't forget it This shit done got deep, Makaveli I keep me some heat like A Milli I just did a show out in Philly Then poured up a pint, shit was litty I know I got love in the city The racks up, got me feelin' like Diddy She told me come fuck on her kitty I let down the roof, show the titties I'm fillin' the bag with a milli' These niggas act cool but still envy I told you niggas “We ain't friendly” I told you niggas “We ain't lackin'” That .223 gon' shoot automatic The new [?] automatic (Yeah) Geek it up, get my shit matte-ed (Skrr) Still got AKs in the attic I told you that we 'bout that action Live for my niggas, I’m jackin' Pull up and catch 'em in traffic [Chorus] I peel off the lot, I chop off the top Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box