​jack n the box lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck

[Verse]
n*gga f*cked up when he showed me the stash
I can't help it, I make sh*t hot
You the lookout, you never got the Glock
You the lookout, you never got the fye
I terrorize sh*t and I don't know why
Vacuum seal, gotta secure the package
n*ggas be hoes, I can tell how they actin'
You scared the threat gon' get you took out
You tired of bein' a b*tch, bein' a lookout
Pop out like Jack in the Box
n*ggas said it's smoke so we whackin' new opps
sh*t I got gon' whack a n*gga skin, now he be movin' funny
f*ck, know wе gotta duck off the V
Park the box in the back
f*ck boy knеw they weren't on that
Now we havin' blast, n*gga want smoke wit' fast
You won't chop a f*ckin' opp, show me what you do
Lil' buddy be head first inside the field, he don't even tie his shoes
I don't give a f*ck, I told my gang to beat you in yo' face
Yo' face a punching bag
Everybody gon' run home, everybody gon' be put up
One of y'all make me mad
Big ass gun hangin' out of my pants, I sag
f*ck n*gga goin' out sad
How the f*ck these n*ggas f-
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
How the f*ck these n*ggas in the field?
They ain't bump into them yet
Lil' buddy done been there, earned his stripes
I made him draw down on some vets
n*gga had that blicky for a while but you ain't even shot it yet
What the f*ck you doin'? I ain't even have my zaza
What the f*ck I'm doin'?
Come to the dead end, you wanna get yo' pills off
Protectin' my cousin, wanna take my other cousin off
He ain't even know I had my fye, I up on one of y'all
Take a n*gga za then I get it off
Too many drugs, I'm high as f*ck now I be geeked up
Feel like I'm finna go lift off
You ain't never went and got change from the Arab
Counterfeit money, n*gga gave them rip-offs
Lil' fast them can't do nun' but show you the real
Everyday blick in the field
Damn eye, lemme control it
When on that smoke I get on my burner, I'm trollin'
Think I ain't got it 'cause I'm on my side
n*gga know I got my pow
Blick made loud sounds, I'm over exaggeratin' like wow
Lil' gang better not interrupt me and say
A n*gga want smoke right now
n*gga better not interrupt me in my song
f*ck, f*ck
Make that boy disappear magic
Damn slow down lil' fasty, everything you make classic
I don't even give no f*ck if it's fake
Long as it don't feel like plastic
n*gga got checks, he link in the bank
We waitin' outside 'til he cash it
All of these other n*ggas look like hoes
Why you want beef wit' lil' fasty?
I'm tellin' you these n*ggas run with them folks
And wire tapped to him under his coat
Label better not try and offer me pieces and pieces
I want the whole lil' loaf
I got my fye tucked in the wind
Been outside, can't bring this in
I love what they did with the black on the brand new gens
That sh*t match my skin
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck