My Jacket lyrics

[Intro]
You know how I'm coming
You know exactly how I'm coming
(I'm telling you) It don't stop
sh*t don't stop

[Hook x2]
My jacket consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest n*gga you heard of besides 'Pac
Got n*ggas screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block

[Verse 1]
You b*tch, you
Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get you
My mag 90 bullets'll hit'chu and split'chu in half
That lil b*tch boy staff won't last
Up against these motherf*ckers that used to taking blood baths
I been smoking blunts with the devil, that's why my eyes red as the f*ck
Now tell me, do I look like the type that'll be scared to bust?
Well, guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up
Chest up, test nuts, watch how I bless ya
You b*tch made and I'm self-made, Magnolia, Calliope, Melph-made
I get through like a scalp blade and Kunta Kinte your left leg
I play surgeon and I'll be splurging in Denalis, Navis, and big bourbons
Don't stunt, dog, whatever I said, I'll come wit'cha, I'll come, dog
I'mma get mine for the two Gs and I'mma take it 'for I say please
I f*ck with twirkers not the twirkees, put it on will give a n*gga herpes
So I stay back, I mean way back, y'all didn't notice how I say that?
Well, then motherf*ck y'all hated waving on three Gs laid back