IAmJakeHill, Lil Pinecone - Jamflex lyrics
[IAmJakeHill, Lil Pinecone - Jamflex lyrics]
Ya, ay
Run up on em like it's 06 kidz ranqe
I been stacking up the mils
Keep em piled in the bank
Pinecone, Jake Hill
Yeah we going super saiyan
Farming all the gp like I’m venezuelan
I been stacking up the profit
Ain’t stopping no competition
Fuck a city I'ma run up
In the wildy and get it
I keep it rolling, with
The motherfucking squad, 300
Leonidas kick em to the bottom of the summit
Gold wrapped around my whip
Ain’t talking cars, from the abyss
We been at the top
We ain’t ever gonna plummit
Try to catch me slipping
Then we sending you to lumbridge
God damn, know we had to do it to 'em
On the side walk, hands lock
I don’t conversate, I let the bands talk
Pinecone gang, we gon yell it til’ the end
Taking over never quit
Then we do it all again uh
Ya, ay pinecone, ya
My gun go "blat" my car go "nyerm"
I don't want, your bitch she fat
In my hood I flip them brick
Fuck da' police, ain't no snitch
Lil Pinecone I'm my own shoota
Only care 'bout the money imma rob da jewler
Ol' stanky ass hoe in my inbox
She got crusty toes in them flip flops
Pinecone fuck yo baby mamma
Your girlfriend look like a baby llama
Talk that shit imma run up on 'em
Bust that clip den you a goner
I ain't fuckin roun' imma OG
Errbody in da hood they know me
Pay up 'cause you owe me
Trap all day it's OT ya
You nerdy ass mother fucka' gimme
My god damn money next
Time you ask me to do a fucking song
It better not be 'bout no stupid ass game
Run up on em like it's 06 kidz ranqe
I been stacking up the mils
Keep em piled in the bank
Pinecone, Jake Hill
Yeah we going super saiyan
Farming all the gp like I’m venezuelan
I been stacking up the profit
Ain’t stopping no competition
Fuck a city I'ma run up
In the wildy and get it
I keep it rolling, with
The motherfucking squad, 300
Leonidas kick em to the bottom of the summit
Gold wrapped around my whip
Ain’t talking cars, from the abyss
We been at the top
We ain’t ever gonna plummit
Try to catch me slipping
Then we sending you to lumbridge
God damn, know we had to do it to 'em
On the side walk, hands lock
I don’t conversate, I let the bands talk
Pinecone gang, we gon yell it til’ the end
Taking over never quit
Then we do it all again uh
Ya, ay pinecone, ya
My gun go "blat" my car go "nyerm"
I don't want, your bitch she fat
In my hood I flip them brick
Fuck da' police, ain't no snitch
Lil Pinecone I'm my own shoota
Only care 'bout the money imma rob da jewler
Ol' stanky ass hoe in my inbox
She got crusty toes in them flip flops
Pinecone fuck yo baby mamma
Your girlfriend look like a baby llama
Talk that shit imma run up on 'em
Bust that clip den you a goner
I ain't fuckin roun' imma OG
Errbody in da hood they know me
Pay up 'cause you owe me
Trap all day it's OT ya
You nerdy ass mother fucka' gimme
My god damn money next
Time you ask me to do a fucking song
It better not be 'bout no stupid ass game