j*rk lyrics

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
(I really like to use cash)
Gang
Brrr

[Chorus]
Hop out a coupe, jump in a Vert
Droppin’ a top, smokin’ on earth
Came from the ground, I came from the dirt
Beside workin’ hard, we pickin’ up work
Run it up, touch more cash than a clerk
When I copped the Rollie, think that left them hurt
41 shooters on my team like Dirk
Stay flexin’ on ‘em, they think that I’m a j*rk
Too many opps but not enough shirts
These n*ggas not even half what I’m worth
Walk in and f*ck up a bag, not a Birk
Hater not makin’ a sound, not a chirp
They not makin’ a sound ‘cause they p*ssed
How many n*ggas you know can do it like this?
Spend 500 for thе pants and the spend 2,000 for the fit
Ayе, hop in the coupe and go crazy
These n*ggas broke and they too lazy
Cut off her thigh, get a new lady
Two baby bottles but not havin’ two babies
You f*cked them, I thought she depreciated
If you keep it real, I appreciate it
The closes ones to me hated
Ain’t talkin’ Drizzy, I feel jaded (Dylvinci got the code)
Gotta keep my two feet on the pavement
(I really like to use cash)
[Pre Chorus]
Aye, hop out a coupe, jump in a Vert
Droppin’ a top, smokin’ the earth
Came from the ground, straight out the dirt
Stay workin’ hard, put in the work
Run it up, touch more cash than a clerk

[Verse]
Aye, Balenciaga make your girl wanna holla
I’ma leader, so it’s normal they follow
Keep me a baddie, she look like a model
Look at her body, she gotta Coke bottle
Give it some gas, I'm goin’ full throttle
Different routes to crib ‘case they try to follow
Exotic Glocks and I fill ‘em wit’ hollows
Stuffin’ bands in my pants and they blue
Aye, she wanna bag and I'm like, “me too”
Always stay hungry for me money
Take ‘nun less than a hunnid’
Dead or alive a young n*gga is wanted
These n*ggas really informants
Run for the gang, put that sh*t on my back
I never cap so I might stop wearin’ hates
n*ggas ain’t thuggin’, they really wearin’ slakes

[Chorus]
Hop out a coupe, jump in a Vert
Droppin’ a top, smokin’ on earth
Came from the ground, I came from the dirt
Beside workin’ hard, we pickin’ up work
Run it up, touch more cash than a clerk
When I copped the Rollie, think that left them hurt
41 shooters on my team like Dirk
Stay flexin’ on ‘em, they think that I’m a j*rk
Too many opps but not enough shirts (Dylvinci got the code)
These n*ggas not even half what I’m worth (I really like to use cash)
Walk in and f*ck up a bag, not a Birk
Hater not makin’ a sound, not a chirp
They not makin’ a sound ‘cause they p*ssed
How many n*ggas you know can do it like this?
Spend 500 for the pants and the spend 2,000 for the fit
Aye, hop in the coupe and go crazy
These n*ggas broke and they too lazy
Cut off her thigh, get a new lady
Two baby bottles but not havin’ two babies
You f*cked them, I thought she depreciated
If you keep it real, I appreciate it
The closes ones to me hated
[Outro]
Dylvinci got the code
I really like to use cash