Steve Lacy - JEAN JACK IT lyrics

Ooh, ooh, ooh aah, aah, aah
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh

Bangin' all my shit on my way to Compton 
(Compton) diamonds on my neck
 son told me to calm down
Tennis necklace, lemon on my reckless
Suckin' on your friend
You next on my checklist
Diamonds on my neck, Gucci on my fleece, uh
(Uh)
I'ma run it back, gotta grab my cleats, uh
(Uh)
You not living right, you not livin' East, uh
(Uh)
Bitch, I'm from the West, and I do it best
Jean jacket, come on, yeah, it's mismatchin'
Six figure, check it, yeah I did magic
Big busy, okay, yeah, you big miss me
Rims dizzy, spinning on you fake sissies
That's on period, that's on period
Nigga, period, that's on period
That's on period, that's on period
Nigga, period, that's on period
That's on period to let you know
I'm so serious, bitch, that's the code