Jimmy - tax refund. Lyrics

Reverend Sticky Hands
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Throwin' my tax refund in the strip club

Go away, bitch, I don't need love
N***a wanna talk about he bi, uh, buy what
I don't sell drugs, n***a, stop that lyin
Stop tellin' your mama, n***a, stop that cryin

Bust your head real open, now you look like
A goddamn Piedmont, n***a, you died
Huh, n***a, I ain't never been self-reliant
I'm like five years old, saw coke on the table, n***a

Might wanna sniff it
Uncle put a pistol with me in the head
So I'm dumb now
Why got dent in my head, little n***a

I come from the slums, don't come now
I told that bitch, well, I beat her back, don't come now
I know my dick long as hell, bitch
Come take this shit, bitch, I know you want more now

Water on the table, n***a, I'ma make the whole f*ckin' ocean drown when I step in
Boy, y'all talkin' like crazy shit
N***a tied neck, talk reckless

Talkin' like a cryin', n***a, smoke with a hole
In your neck, act reckless
I don't give a f*ck about your gold-ripped Grill n***a, leave you neckless

Snatched your chain for the beat
That shit was motherf*ckin' fake
Popped my tax refund at a strip club once again
Y'all n***a really don't bang

Ya'll n***a never, ever gon' bend
Them n****s on TurboTax only got about five cents
Had to pay the government back
Like a goddamn n***a where my money at

N***a, where the f*ck stop talkin' that shit
Suck dick where your mouth at
I don't give a f*ck about your motherf*ckin' Bangin ass, n***a, where the clout at

Loudmouth n***a like to talk too much
Yall don't piss in his mouth at
Pussy ass n***a like to talk a lot
Cunnilingus comin' out this f*ckin' Glock

Trap shut down yesterday
Trap set down Saturday
Wait that was five years ago
Wait that was seven years ago

I don't understand time no more
I don't wanna die no more
Slang my die no more
Your bitch wanna f*ck no more

I don't wanna f*ck no more
I'm feelin' stuck once again
You off the plume once again
Your ass get plump once again

Choppa like tweezers once again
Nose hair ass n***a, why the f*ck you hangin' outside
You gon' get plucked out
Old leprechaun now, n***a short as hell

N***a, get your luck now
Ask your coach where the gold mine, n***a
At the rainbow, shut it down
Rain clouds over your building, my n***a

We gon' knock it up and bust down
Bust down Rollie, avalanche, n***a think he Kai cenat now
I don't give a f*ck about a bitch
I'ma kick out, tell her where the docs at

I don't give a f*ck about yo son bitch
Where the f*ck, them's fruit snacks
I'm f*ckin' crazy even when I'm doin' pillow sex
You don't bang a set, my n***a

I know you be lyin
At the strip club once again
With a tax refund
I'm eatin' funyuns

While I'm chillin' in the club
I'm on your block
Eatin' church chicken, n***a, R-I-P Ya
I don't f*ck with no lame n***a

Talkin' like Bane, n***a
Got her on muscle, n***a
You ain't no Bane, n***a
Doo doo ass, boy

Your Supreme got stains on it
N***a, he ain't got no aim, throw a bat, man
That shit got a boomerang on it