Jack Artist lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Ayy, I'm a jack artist
Yeah, I mean that literally, b*tch, I jack artists
Yeah, I make that chopper sound like a 'Cat started
I just robbed a n*gga for ten 'bows and got a trap started

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Just bought a case of green pints off the black market
Sold my Ram truck the other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it
He used to have dog sh*t, now he back walkin'
n*gga raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin'

[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
And f*ck around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)
I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)
He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat levеl
I get tired of f*ckin' up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
The rap game pay me good, but I'm a crack seller
Legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether?
I bust a whole watch down, I ain't half-steppin'
That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary

[Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, I'm really from the 6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6)
I heard you goin' out of town, I got a bag ready
Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri
Gotta take a risk to be a champ, these n*ggas act scary
They say I'm always leavin' sh*t like I ran a race
How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?
Pour so much motherf*ckin' purple, turn the Fanta grape
Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
I made a lot of blues f*ckin' with that tan and gray
Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape
I put the Quali' over Tris and got a better taste
Before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day
Catch a n*gga walkin' out the club, threw a party on him
Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me
My right wrist was lookin' plain, threw a Carti on it
Pop a n*gga in the strip club, now the party over

[Verse 7: Icewear Vezzo]
White Wraithy, white seats, threw the Forgis on it
n*ggas need they kits tested, put a Maury on 'em (Hah)
Heard he a sucker for them hoes, threw a Barbie on him
Goofy n*gga thought he was gon' f*ck until she called us on him

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shot my b*tch in her right leg, pulled a Tory on her
You could f*ck any b*tch in Flint if you got forty for her
I heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to 'em
On the 6 with Vezz, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t
IUR sh*t
You know what the f*ck goin' on