And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow
Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,
Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical
I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
And i ain't gonna bitch about it and not do jack shit/
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