Jamflex

Yeah, ay'
Run up on 'em like its 06
Kidz ranqe
I been stacking up the mils
Keep 'em piled in the bank

Pinecone, Jake Hill
Yeah, we going super Saiyan
Farming all the GP like I'm Venezuelan
I been stacking up the profit
Ain't stopping no competition

Fuck a city, I'ma run up
In the wildy and get it
I keep it rolling
With the motherfucking squad, 300
Leonidas kick 'em to the
Bottom of the summit (woo)

Gold wrapped around my whip
Ain't talking cars, from the Abyss
We been at the top
We ain't ever gonna plum it
Try to catch me slipping
Then we sending you to lumbridge

God damn
Know we had to do it to 'em
On the side walk
Hands lock

I don't conversate
I let the bands talk
Pinecone gang
We gon' yell it 'til the end
Taking over never quit
Then we do it all again, ah

Yeah, ay', Pinecone, yeah
My gun go BLAT
My car go NYERM
I don't want yo bitch, she fat

In my hood I flip dem
Bricks
Fuck da police
Ain't no snitch

Lil' Pinecone
I'm my own shoota
Only care 'bout da money
I'ma rob da jeweler

O l stank ass hoe
In my inbox
She got crusty
Toes in dem flipflops

Pinecone fuck yo
Baby mama
Yo girlfriend look
Like a baby llama
Talk dat shit I'ma
Run up on 'em

Bust dat clip
Den you a gonner
I ain't fuckin' round
I'ma OG

Errbody in da hood
They know me
Pay up cause you owe me
Trap all day its OT