JFK (feat. Big G) Video (MV)

They really tripping
Got me f*cked up
I don't get it bruh
I got money
Gotta get it up
What she sipping up
I got muddy in a double cup
But I ain't lit enough
But when I dip out of this party it's cause it ain't lit enough
I'm finna spazz out, trap out the back of the Mac with a MAC out
What is all that bout
Double my flow it's a fact I be mixing my raps with the trap sound
Ain't finna tap out
I'm really lit
Took a few shots but ain't talking a stick
But when I shoot swear to God I don't miss
I ain't gon trip but I'm sipping the remedy
Give you a shot to the head like you Kennedy
She gon remember me
When I'm on my shit ain't no one a threat to me
In my own league I don't need me a referee
I been up top I ain't stopping that's guaranteed
Hold up I be out here thinking maybe I should stop that
But if you gon send shots then you know I'm finna pop back
Cause I'm the one that got stacks
Driving with the top back
I just wanna see somebody who is finna top that
Run out the back I just hit up the bank need a statement
Securing the bag no payments
Living life top floor no basement
Live adjacent from two bitches f*cking every night can't hate it
Know they play this
Make the playlist
In the club they popping bottles to this shit cause it's the latest
I been really in my zone
Boutta catch a flight cause f*ck this shit I'm heading home
Me and my troops yeah we rolling down the block
Yeah we shooting at these cops
Yeah we shooting at these opps
Me and troops yeah we rolling down the block
Yeah we shooting at these cops
Yeah we shooting at these opps
Bitch if you ain't giving top
Might as well get off the block
I know niggas that sell green
I know niggas that sell rock
I made your bitch take a ride
Your main bitch can't be my side
Keep my head up look alive
Bitch you know that I'm that guy
Yeah yeah
Bitch you know that I'm that guy
You couldn't get on first base I got home and then I slide
Bitch I handle situations
Keep that blunt in the rotation
With that ***** yeah I'm aiming
And you know my niggas laming yeah yeah
I'm a beast ain't no taming
Yeah I'm steady with my niggas and you know that they about it
I been grinding for a minute nigga what you know about it
Yeah I gotta be single
Yeah
I gotta be single I can't be no bitch's pet
You want scrap nigga bet
Finna pull up where your set
Imma hit him in the neck imma hit him in the chest
Yeah yeah
Yeah you know I'm staying local
Any nigga want get vocal you could hit me through my social yeah
Hit him with the whole clip he going loco yeah
You know I'm rocking solos yeah
F*ck the fame I need the money yeah yeah
I could give a f*ck bout if they love me
When the smoke clears I don't give a f*ck about who want me
When the smoke clears I could give a f*ck about who love me yeah yeah
I was out this shit a minute then I came back
Hopped on Kelly Way you know they play that
Got a lot of play back
Bitches really tripping don't know why the f*ck I'd say that
F*ck about the noise could give a f*ck about the payback
I been in this for a minute I'm feeling like a vet now
Counting up my cash know I get a lot of checks now
Lot a people made it then they spent it and they went down
Yeah they got up to the top and then they stepped down
I hit my one girl down in SoCal then called one up in SoHo
You think we out here shooting shit but I be keeping it low though
Is it henny is it Remy I be tripping off both those
I be f*cked up off that liquor imma head to my show though
Word to Luda I got hoes in different area codes
I'm talking 613 the 305 and 570
I'm out here reckless cause you know I ain't afraid of the poles
I got the ice all on my neck I ain't afraid of the cold
That boy Vince he out here crippin I don't play with that shit
Spilled a Twisted on my fitted and it f*cked up my fit
Hit a lick and paid that shipping spent it all on the drip
Steady whipping that equipment know they keeping a stick