PINK SLIP lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
Officer, I have a problem here
I've named this one JPEG
(It's a my [?])
You are watching a master at work
14 karat, 18 karat, gold
You think you know me

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Ooh, ooh, old designer on my right wrist (JPEG)
I can take it like a cyclist, white b*tch
I been rolling on the right trip, oowee
You ain't even like this, oowee (Superb)
Working around the temples with my right wrist
n*gga, you ain't never been on my sh*t
f*ck around and get her play with my set
That's on my set, I ain't got no set, nah
I just got respect, I got a check, yeah
And your girl want me, I know she want head
I don't eat no pus*y, sike, I lied, yeah (b*tch)
I be dying just like Pac-Man (It cuts)
Eat the dots up, Batman, that man
Carry .22s gat-man, shotgun
Like a hit, b*tch I'm that man, black man (Fight!)
At your door with the sack, man, wow, yeah
I am black like Colin Powell, yeah
I got all this money, power, yeah
So you know these n*ggas sour, yeah
I like to blow on the ketamine
My b*tch she look like a samurai (Danger)
Shredder run right on my b*tch (b*tch!)
I got your ho on my di*k
She be all on the tip, I be riding with the stick, ooh
And your girl ride stick, ooh, she control that sh*t, yeah
Oowee, oowee, I'm on a terror
Oowee, Peggy, Peggy, you won't dare, yeah
Come around, we bet you're scared, yeah, yeah
(Laughing all the way to the bank)
[Verse 2: Arno Faraji]
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real, that's the plan
f*ck you sayin', I'm a saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek, n*ggas'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
f*ck a shooter b*tch 'cause I don't want my n*ggas catchin' case
f*ck (You ain't know)
That's why you cannot relate
I might f*ck her and get ghost while you boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pus*y, then slipped in my Vans
I get cash, f*ck a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' Buddha, f*ckin' cougar
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands, rolling leafs by the gram
Taking big steps, I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl, loose lips ain't sh*t (f*ck)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip, b*tch

[Outro]
New York's down South supplier
We got it for cheap
One thousand grams uncut to the- gut
Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?
I'm telling on you!