Jada Pinkett lyrics

[Verse]
Big AR just coming in clutch
Hang with my n*ggas, you know it's a bunch of us
You did your b*tch ass so I f*cked up her butt
In the hood so get [?]
Riding around with a Honey Bun
They been f*cking with me, yeah, since "under the sun"
Brand new chain, brand new gun
You better not lie 'cause you my son
Smoking gingerbread, but you know I won't run
I need me a b*tch, she gotta be the one
Big AR, shooting at everyone
I do not give two f*cks about sh*t
Never stop at the light [?] so p*ssed off
Don't ask me, I know I'm the sh*t
That's your b*tch so she doing the [?]
It's my b*tch [?] my drop top
With my gang, man, I'm having my own mob
Twelve cars in the driveway with no job
b*tches be hitting me up like I know y'all
Shoot the pistol lil' b*tch, no balls
Touching your b*tch ass and it's so soft
Ricky Owens sitting right by the wall
Ain't rocking no Vans but I'm off the wall
I bring them racks in
Rocking high fashion
You gotta clock in
If you work for a n*gga, that's madness
Put my diamonds on, watch them p*ss in the stall
Don't nobody be checking on me so I don't care about y'all
Ball on a n*gga, I ball harder than John Wall
Call one of my shooters up, I think it's Chris Paul
In LA like Law & Order and my b*tch Regina Hall
We ain't talking 'bout Spice 1 but we tryna kill 'em all, damn
I'm growing up, nineteen years of age
I got my pistol in the f*cking backstage
Show me something that'll actually have me amazed
My pistol on me, n*gga, like I'm Johnny Cage
My b*tch from Ohio, Doris Day
Why this b*tch keep on acting, man, she sound like Jennifer Day
Just give my n*ggas a GRAMMY, man, how they slang that K
Have a junkie try some sh*t like the sh*t was train today
I'm high as f*ck, man, I ain't even blinking
I was locked up, I was cold but they gave me a blanket
And I need a bad ass b*tch Jada Pinkett
On a high speed chase, doing the dash, I wasn't thinking at all