The Jack by The Blaqueout Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Kazzy Chase]
R.I.P. Tark; I don't coach niggas
In the city looking like a coke dealer
In the club flexing on a broke nigga
Probably take your bitch; light the dope with her
Probably hit the strip for a note, nigga
In the game; no cheat code, nigga
Pull up to the scene on a 4-wheeler
No room on the back, still roll with us
Nigga I done seen your team
I seen your team & your team take L's
And my team don't, we just make sales
I done came up just to come back down
And my hoes so down
My hoes down
Some of y'all niggas hoes mine right now
Cashing niggas checks 'fore they even write them down
Then I see them out in public & never give them a pound
I'm the same motherfucker, man
This shit so lit, I'm with the shits
I broke the bank & fixed the whip
I pour the drank & mix it with the Sprite
I stay key, my nigga, day & night
This whole year was nothing but the jack
Me & Neek just hit these niggas back to back to back to back to back to back
The Blaqueout, nigga
[break]
[Verse 2 - Nikko Dator]
Still maintaining, I will remain
Put it on me; that's on everything
People still looking at me very strange
Still the same Neek, I ain't never change
Grinding like I'm on auto-pilot
If she bad, I might piledrive it
But I don't want her, she simple minded
Seeing all this money get her too excited
Still doing shit that they talk about
Heavy metal like I'm rocking out
Still smoking on that very loud
And I will never turn it down
Fell asleep in my Ferragamo's
Going broke is not in the motto
Homie, my past is your tomorrow
I want my swag that you tried to borrow
I don't ever say a thing
Kazz & I collab so supreme
Get her wetter than a submarine
Now she rep the team & dine in fine cuisine
Crack-crack & you know that
Quit acting like you wrote that
I see you hating in the forecast
You can get it through the phone app
R.I.P. Tark; I don't coach niggas
In the city looking like a coke dealer
In the club flexing on a broke nigga
Probably take your bitch; light the dope with her
Probably hit the strip for a note, nigga
In the game; no cheat code, nigga
Pull up to the scene on a 4-wheeler
No room on the back, still roll with us
Nigga I done seen your team
I seen your team & your team take L's
And my team don't, we just make sales
I done came up just to come back down
And my hoes so down
My hoes down
Some of y'all niggas hoes mine right now
Cashing niggas checks 'fore they even write them down
Then I see them out in public & never give them a pound
I'm the same motherfucker, man
This shit so lit, I'm with the shits
I broke the bank & fixed the whip
I pour the drank & mix it with the Sprite
I stay key, my nigga, day & night
This whole year was nothing but the jack
Me & Neek just hit these niggas back to back to back to back to back to back
The Blaqueout, nigga
[break]
[Verse 2 - Nikko Dator]
Still maintaining, I will remain
Put it on me; that's on everything
People still looking at me very strange
Still the same Neek, I ain't never change
Grinding like I'm on auto-pilot
If she bad, I might piledrive it
But I don't want her, she simple minded
Seeing all this money get her too excited
Still doing shit that they talk about
Heavy metal like I'm rocking out
Still smoking on that very loud
And I will never turn it down
Fell asleep in my Ferragamo's
Going broke is not in the motto
Homie, my past is your tomorrow
I want my swag that you tried to borrow
I don't ever say a thing
Kazz & I collab so supreme
Get her wetter than a submarine
Now she rep the team & dine in fine cuisine
Crack-crack & you know that
Quit acting like you wrote that
I see you hating in the forecast
You can get it through the phone app