Jalen Hurtski Songtext

Drop a big bag on my youngin', get that off, nigga (Who that?)
Half a ticket in my war chest, piss me off, nigga (Who tryna do that?)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Amen)
In school, niggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss, nigga (I been a fuckin' boss)

Okay, we get it, niggas tough, go get some money (Man, go get some money, nigga)
Throw at my cuddie, we throw back, long live Slutty (Long live Von)
Got out my feelings, that shit ain't do shit for me (At all)
I was broke, bummy, fast forward, shit funny, huh? (Why's funny?)
'Cause hoes ain't tryna fuck me (They ain't), they tryna fuck the money (Shit)
I don't remember you doin' shit for me, you can’t get nothin' from me (Fuck 'em)
They say, "Be safe", like, fuck you mean? I got this button on me (Brr)
Upped on my mans, we hit a lick, I caught 'em tuckin' on me (What you doin'?)
Do a crime with these niggas, I would never, never (I can't)
Feds placin' wires, phones tapped, niggas tellin', tellin' (Niggas rats)
Play dumb, head tap, now his melon swellin' (Boaw)
Shoppin' in the 'Raq, eighty racks in my Pelle Pelle (Let's get it)

I can't show these boys my way, they stealin' sauce, uh (They stealin' sauce)
After I fuck, I chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts (She hear exhausts) My shit hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (This real froyost)
This smoke we got gon' kill your pussy ass, not make you cough, nigga (Boom, boom)
Drop a big bag on my youngin', get that off, nigga (Go get that off, nigga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, piss me off, nigga (Come piss me off, nigga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Thank God)
In school, niggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss, ah (Been a boss man )

You know this shit get tricky, can't let these niggas get me (I can't)
You wanna feature and I fuck with you, just throw me fifty (That's light)
You want a rich nigga that don't cheat, my love, you bein' too picky (I'm trippin')
I'm talkin' shit, baby, I only want you, fuck these bitches, uh
Lil' bro say he wanna pay me back, I say, "Don't stress it, bro"
If I got it to give, my nigga, I got you, that's what these blessings for
Slick talkin', I don't wanna hear nothin' when one of them boys get smoked (Don't wanna hear shit)
Text messages lead to convictions, do not send me no lo' (Don't send me shit)
We don’t need no drop on no niggas, we know what we know (We hittin')
Fuck beefin', we got one mission, never go back broke (Ain't never)
Fuck these hoes, we got one goal, keep the family close (You know that)
That's the life I pray for, got money, let’s get some more, ayy (Let's get it)

Bet' not show them boys your way, they stealin' sauce, uh (They stealin' sauce)
After I fuck, I chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts (She hear exhausts)
My shit hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost (This real froyost)
This smoke we got gon' kill your pussy ass, not make you cough, nigga (Boom, boom)
Drop a big bag on my youngin', get that off, nigga (Go get that off, nigga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, piss me off, nigga (Come piss me off, nigga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Thank God)
In school, niggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss (Ayy, ayy)

Bet' not show them boys your way, they stealin' sauce, ayy, ayy
After I fuck, I chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts, ayy, ayy
My shit hit hard like Jalen Hurts, this real frost, ayy, ayy
This smoke we got gon' kill your pussy ass, not make you cough (Ah, ah)
Drop a big bag on my youngin', get that off (Get that off, my nigga)
Half a ticket in my war chest, piss me off (Come piss me off, my nigga)
Thank God I made it out these streets, I did it all (Did it all)
In school, niggas sold my candy for me, I been a boss (Bitch)