Lil AJ - Jack in Me (Ft. Boo Banga & Lil Hyfe)

[Intro: Lil Hyfe]
Hold on
Kid
It's the Hyfe nigga
Jacka
AK47...

[Verse 1: Lil Hyfe]
Pull this parabellum, hit you in your cerebellum
Had to throw a few away, but I don't never sell em
Niggas always talking like they want it with me
While I'm all up in this bitch, I got my pointer wit me
All that sneak dissing shit gon get you seen, bruh
And this MAC got a cooler wit a beam, bruh
I'm from the old school, I ain't with that new shit
I'm with Boo, I don't walk for my blue shit
I'm really in the field getting lash money
You on Instagram, flexing wit your tax money
I got your baby mama in my DM
But I'm grinding from the morning to the PM
Niggas always sayin they gon slide on me
But instead, niggas tell homicide on me
I get straight to the point, right with Boo Banga
I just bought a couplе Ps and a new banga
Hyfe
[Hook: Boo Banga]
This wherе the real niggas at, cause it ain't many
Drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me
I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty
I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly
I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me
When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me
It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many
I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me!

[Verse 2: Lil AJ]
I'm on that rest in peace muhfuckin Jack shit
Really ridin with this muthafuckin MAC shit
Yeah, me Bang and Hyfe nigga
I'm really strapped nigga, riding on the hype nigga
You rap niggas on that fake shit, and never really bounced out broad day on that K shit
Lash money, they got me on that rap shit
I done vacuum seals, hella Ps on that trap shit
Free T, nigga free K-I-D
Rest in peace Booce and that muhfuckin J-A-C
I'm on that gutta shit, really tryna smother shit
You niggas played up in the house on some sucka shit
Shout out Cookie Money, play wit him I'm leaving shit
Ice City money man, really on that squeezin shit
One mob, free Blast holly shit
Got big bro really down for that body shit
[Hook: Boo Banga]
This where the real niggas at, cause it ain't many
I drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me
I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty
I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly
I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me
When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me
It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many
I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me!

[Verse 3: Boo Banga]
I'ont be on the internet, or watch TV
I'ont feed my mind with that bullshit, that's unhealthy
It ain't money or knowledge, then it won't help me
I'll make a sucka shoot hisself, call that a selfie
XD lemon squeeze before they grill cheese melt me
The loud keep us high, but our dope keep us wealthy
The bay losing Jack was like Eminem losing Proof
On God, we catch his killers, I'm lettin the choppas loose
Jack was wit me in Seattle when we rocked up some juice
Like somebody getting shot, or calling a truce
I swear that Jack can hear me, I'm sipping this raw juice
Lil AJ, Lil Hyfe, the crack block, the ice!
3rd World, Lash Money, nigga, F.O.D
Bearfaced, nigga, Point Proven Ent
Tay Dubwa, Udenella...R.I.P
Free Blast, free Boski, nigga, free MD
Banga
[Hook: Boo Banga]
This where the real niggas at, cause it ain't many
I drink this 8 ounce of Ac' now I got Jack in me
I won't leave a nigga block til the MAC empty
I don't fuck with rap niggas, I just act friendly
I snort a lot of that clam, now I got Jack in me
When I be high on them xans, I feel like Jack in me
It's only one mob nigga, I don't know many
I smoke a blunt of that sherbet, now I got Jack in me!

[Instrumental]