YG - Keenon Jackson lyrics
[YG - Keenon Jackson lyrics]
Haaa know you niggas fucked up right?
I don't think these niggas know
How much they fucked up
Yea, you know you niggas fucked upright?
(Uhh) my name Keenon Jackson
Nigga stay clean, I don't never need a napkin
Known to get it brackin
Do it for my lil brother if I ain't shit
Bitch I know I'm a fuckin' hustler
Flow, so hot I'll give you heat stroke
Nigga name ring bells like ding dong
I got a asian bitch
She be like "ching chong"
I be back and fourth to
The bank like ping pong
Fly nigga on the mic, I'm a beast though
Ever fuck the homie bitch, nigga three no's
No on the set ima need those
Mamma Mamma chicken good like
The Rosco's on Pico
(Uhh) I got the Pradas on my feet ho
Louie V's for my trunks, fuck speedos
But no, disrespect when I spit nigga
Had a dream like Martin Luther King
Got rich nigga
I'm, too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for myyytoo cocky
Now bounce dat ass bitch
Bounce dat, bounce dat ass bitch
Smack her on dat ass and bounce dat ass bitch
(Uhh) I hit the block with the pistol
Dice game, nigga what they hit fo'
(Uhh) Wit the stash in the whip hand reach
In case I gotta pop a nigga quick
Ace 4800, bitch you know the number
Pusha's Inc the label
Yea we stunting every summer (Haa)
(Uhh) Got lean and the kush smoke
Cashing out, in class never took notes
(Uhh) Got the 4-5 and the nine
Now thats a muh'fucin rich crime
(Uhh) I'm getting high with Jeezy Uno
Hes on Mars, I'm on Pluto
Fresh Socks, I ain't talking footwear
Leave a nigga head lumpy like oatmeal
(Uhh) I really don't give a fuck though
(Uhh) Its four-eight, double O
I'm, too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for myyytoo cocky
Now bounce dat ass bitch
Bounce dat, bounce dat ass bitch
Smack her on dat ass and bounce dat ass bitch
I don't think these niggas know
How much they fucked up
Yea, you know you niggas fucked upright?
(Uhh) my name Keenon Jackson
Nigga stay clean, I don't never need a napkin
Known to get it brackin
Do it for my lil brother if I ain't shit
Bitch I know I'm a fuckin' hustler
Flow, so hot I'll give you heat stroke
Nigga name ring bells like ding dong
I got a asian bitch
She be like "ching chong"
I be back and fourth to
The bank like ping pong
Fly nigga on the mic, I'm a beast though
Ever fuck the homie bitch, nigga three no's
No on the set ima need those
Mamma Mamma chicken good like
The Rosco's on Pico
(Uhh) I got the Pradas on my feet ho
Louie V's for my trunks, fuck speedos
But no, disrespect when I spit nigga
Had a dream like Martin Luther King
Got rich nigga
I'm, too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for myyytoo cocky
Now bounce dat ass bitch
Bounce dat, bounce dat ass bitch
Smack her on dat ass and bounce dat ass bitch
(Uhh) I hit the block with the pistol
Dice game, nigga what they hit fo'
(Uhh) Wit the stash in the whip hand reach
In case I gotta pop a nigga quick
Ace 4800, bitch you know the number
Pusha's Inc the label
Yea we stunting every summer (Haa)
(Uhh) Got lean and the kush smoke
Cashing out, in class never took notes
(Uhh) Got the 4-5 and the nine
Now thats a muh'fucin rich crime
(Uhh) I'm getting high with Jeezy Uno
Hes on Mars, I'm on Pluto
Fresh Socks, I ain't talking footwear
Leave a nigga head lumpy like oatmeal
(Uhh) I really don't give a fuck though
(Uhh) Its four-eight, double O
I'm, too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for my shirt
Too cocky for myyytoo cocky
Now bounce dat ass bitch
Bounce dat, bounce dat ass bitch
Smack her on dat ass and bounce dat ass bitch