Wooh Da Kid - Jack Boyz lyrics
rate meFeat. Gucci Mane
I'm fucked up, yes, you fucked up
Tellin' niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm fucked up, you fucked up, what?
Tell the niggers where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
For big Gucci, OJ I put the gloves on
Bullets raining on you now here comes the thunderstorm
Couple niggas down to murder for a couple stripes, yes
So if I say it's time go then he gon' get a knife
Brick squad, brick squad everything is brick squad, yes, yes
Seein a snitch nigga dead make my dick hard
I never met a bully nigga that I couldn't beat
It's only one word I can't take it's defeat
I'm dying for my niggas, my niggas die for me
Like a midget to a train, ain't no stopping me
I'm riding for my niggas, my niggas ride for me
I'm my brothers' keeper all that we got is we
I'm fucked up, yes, you fucked up
Tellin' niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm fucked up, you fucked up, what?
Tell the niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
See my chain mayne, that's a no go nigga
But these diamonds in my jewellery it's like snow cones nigga
For you jagger wait yo for this stone cold nigga
I be trapping, I be trapping please say elbows nigga
all we do is win, we don't take L's nigga
We go four way on your head, that's a ... to you nigga
Got me fucked up if you take the quest for you nigga
Now they treat you like potato we peel niggas
Then I walk around screamin' we peel niggas
Now I aint no thief, but we steal nigga
When I'm trapping like a fool, Right hand full nigga, now its Juiceman 32 and Bricksquad nigga
I'm fucked up, yes, you fucked up
Tellin' niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking bout a name but my young boyz buck
I'm fucked up, you fucked up, what?
Tell the niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on top
I ain't talking bout a name but my young boyz buck
Im not the baddest nigguh , or the biggest one
But if he bigger son , I get a bigger gun
I rock a lot of jewels and plus a lot of tools
I mean a lot of chops I make tomato soup
It's such a beautiful day to put my diamonds on display
Black and yellow diamonds catch your sun rays on a sunday
Put a crease
on ya head, like I'm pressing jeans
Givin' money to my robbers them hitlers on the scene
Batman call cat goes out the house
Took your ice and your blouse
You a man or a mouse? Use a fucking mouse
Thug leo, all steal, every day's a drug deal
Every man is precious to me, bullets big as bo deal, its Gucci, big Gucci
I'm fucked up, yes, you fucked up
Tellin' niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
I'm fucked up, you fucked up, what?
Tellin' niggas where you stash, you just blew your luck
Jack boyz on your ass, put your chain on tuck
I ain't talking about a name but my young boyz buck
Mama raised a killer, streets made me bigger
I'm that nigger behind the trigger
Trying to stash the chain off my co neck
I'll get you chumps stabbed, shot if you want respect
Gucc, juice, who the fuck around?
Chickens go for thirty, all way around
I just bought a chicken, and it came wit biscuits
Our trap is a dry school, call it missin winner
Trigger finger lickin', don't tolerate no snitches
Brick Squad trappin', chickens in our kitchen
Chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30
30 rag shawty, tryin' score a birdie
Thanks to floss nation for correcting these lyrics