I Love My Jacket lyrics

Lil Mama asking me about my life
Before I had a gun, used to ride with a knife
I ain’t never go job huntin’
Line a lick up if he got somn'
I ain’t tryna hold hands in the mall
31 grams, cocaine raw
12 pull up not talkin’ at all
Don’t believe them, they Santa Claus
Baby 5’2” with a mean attitude
Fall back baby, ion got time for that
Time is money, I ain't got either
Might pick this raw coke at Geneva
I’m from the slums, we trap out the alley
Young n*gga 15, 15 baggin!
She said she was down, put her life on the line
Unc in the cut with a pipe gettn’ high!
Momma had roaches, hood laughеd at me
Unc in the cut with a fresh cold Natty!
Nеver had J’s used to wear White 1’s
Braids on my neck lookin’ like Gerome
b*tch on my di*k, don’t know where I’m from
Every opp I see be boutta run
J’z in the hood know my name where I’m from
Make it back when the pack f*cked up!
I’m on the road, need a home cooked meal
Baby tired of fast food meals
She like “damn, you drivin’ still?”
I’m high as hell I’m drunk as hell
I’m drunk as a f*ck baby girl you know it
Caught a flight last night in Brooklyn
di*kies with the shades I’m in Brooklyn
Whatchu do in Brooklyn? Juggin!
Pull up on the homeboy from the 90’s
Young n*gga wildin’ born in 2000
Dropped more songs than Andre 3000
Plug bugged out tryna charge $3000
Glick got the shorts damn I’m wildin’
Ask my b*tch to hold my Glock
b*tch say no? Get out the spot!
Neph whatchu doing? I’m punchin the clock!
I’m drunk as f*ck I can’t stop blinking
Vision impaired, I’m barely seein’
They pull me over, see a fifth of Henny
Drink a half a pint with my eggs and toast
Might pour Henny in my Cap’n Crunch!
Might fry my chicken with some Henny!
I ain’t puttin’ no chase in my Henny
Ion need no help to drink my Henny
b*tch better not reach for my Henny
I drunk a fifth before I got on the flight
Baby bought me Henny for a surprise!
Wish my Henny came with a side!
Jump out the car, I’m barely walkin’
Opp run up, Glock gon’ pause em
Glock clap like it’s applausin’
These n*ggas move like “Trapped in The Closet”
(Traps are everywhere) BOOM!
Who wanna get shot in the face?
She like “Neph why the hell you violent?”
b*tch I pray that an opp come try me
Jump a b*tch with my Spanish Mami
b*tch I came all the way from Garson
They like “Damn Neph you got em!”
Glock (45) Four Fifth make em Ricky Bobby
Walk in that b*tch free TreyWay Shotti
Throw a b*tch in the trunk like I’m Shotti
f*ck a b*tch movin like Shotti
(?) to that b*tch house like Shotti
Free that n*gga TreyWay Shotti
Slide thru the hood, rob everybody!
Feel like Shotti or Marcus Garvey
Jump out, snatch the soul outcha body!
Hit a b*tch in they face with the glick
b*tch I’m RXK DrugRixh
Thirty make an opp jump the fence
Baby girl said that I wasn’t sh*t
You can blame my mom for that sh*t
Girl I got too much work in his car
Girl I got too much guns in his car
Crack therapy, got crack in my draws