Jackman

(It's Danny G, bitch) ayy, ayy
(Primo Beats on the track) ayy, ayy, ayy

Real Jack Man, twenty-five Pros before ten
Real Scam Man, 25K off four BINs
Before the Vlone I was walking
'round with no friends
I'ma get that shit from yo bitch
To curl my toes in feel like Waka Flocka
Bitch did it with no hands
Won't fight shit, F&N'll do the chokeslam
Gave unky that one shit
He did his coke dance
Dunking on yo bitch, Big Man
Did it with both hands
How typical, you did SBAs and EDDs
Feeling like in these 'Miris
Twenty G's in me cheater and a liar like
What the fuck she see in me?
Banker like Anita
Keep it cool or we gon' bring the heat
Listen to yo bitch while shе mad
She gon' speak the truth
Listеn to a fucking Tron song
'cause I speak it too i ain't say shit
Up roll so I speak in blues
In Walmart, don't mind me
I'm sneaking through
A hunnid TVs, a hunnid jacks
It's been a great month
Doggy seen the beam
Thought we hit him with a ray gun
They ain't seen my floaties when they
Threw me and I came up
Closet full of Comme des and
I ain't never played once
His fighting-ass is dead
So are you if you try that shit
Got thirty on me in a dingy-ass Nike fit
When they hand the bag off, boy
You ain't got time to blitz
Granny said I'm bougie, nah
You know I never liked yo grit's
I ball, you acting on the side
On some Spike Lee shit
If I add a bag on his head
They gon' minus him
If I times that by two, they're dividing him
Add doggy to the equation if
He rides with him
"Tron takes trips to the equator
You can't fly with him"
They say shooters shoot, that shit crazy
Mine's like the rim used to like the gym
Now I'm on that one shit writing BINs
When I type it in, boy
It's hitting so I type again
Balling like De'Aaron Fox
Bitches treat me like a king
Cut into this bitch like
"You better treat me like I'm meat"
Acting foul as hell in this tech, shit
I think I'm Sheik
Punch, punch, punch, punch, shit
I think I'm Creed
You gon' lose yo everything
Put your all into that bitch
Shoes usually cost a damn green
Walk in foreign kicks