T.R.E.V - jimbo Lyrics

Brown paper bag, runnin' up off these plays I feel like Jimbo
We carry the sticks, you limbo
I tote the glocks akimbo, I never let up on my guard
I'ma sick em' like a dog, my head out the window
Brown paper bag, runnin' up off these plays I feel like Jimbo
We carry the sticks, you limbo
I tote the glocks akimbo, I never let up on my guard
I'ma sick em' like a dog, my head out the window
I know I'm the best in the flesh, but I just wanna hear it from you like Reba
Glove comp full of that Keisha, whole whip smell like reefer, nigga
The center ain't been this united since Jordan was jumpin' and flyin
And gamblin' the highest amount he could pull out his bank
Still tryna scape up a win in the offseason, cause for some reason
Can't fight the urge and niche to win to be great, yes sir
None of these niggas can f*ck with me, luckily I didn't give up on rap
Now I slide to the stu' on time
I don't even write no more I just check the mic and say whatever come to mind
You know the deaf gon' lead the blind
That's why I listen and open my eyes
I might take my foot off the gas and crash on purpose
To show how I come from behind
You could be one in a million, trillion, billion
I'm still gon' be one of a kind
Sum' like Sicilian interior design
Hold up, if you ask me, I don't think it's nobody better from the northeast, south, west, give it a break
Puttin' out hits when we slide on tracks like Tonya, we skate
In a brown paper bag, runnin' up off these plays I feel like Jimbo
We carry the sticks, you limbo
I tote the glocks akimbo, I never let up on my guard
I'ma sick em' like a dog, my head out the window
Brown paper bag, runnin' up off these plays I feel like Jimbo
We carry the sticks, you limbo
I tote the glocks akimbo, I never let up on my guard
I'ma sick em' like a dog, my head out the window
Spin on the block like it's pottery, but it's just poetry
Glock in my pocket, commodity, this bitch is stuck up like Cardi B
Hoe of my dreams, snobby and sloppin' me
Pull up then shoot my shot
I'm out in BK three-five days, KD in this bitch
Tryna be rich as Jay-Z in this bitch
MSG Spike Lee in this bitch
You gon' want a good seat in this bitch, yeah
You niggas is Sun-joy half lemonade, Iced Tea in this bitch
We T-E-N-N-E-S-S-E-E
Black bottle Jack D. in this bitch
My new hoe said what did you see in that bitch?
I don't know, but I got a
Brown paper bag, runnin' up off these plays I feel like Jimbo
We carry the sticks, you limbo
I tote the glocks akimbo, I never let up on my guard
I'ma sick em' like a dog, my head out the window
Brown paper bag, runnin' up off these play I feel like Jimbo
Damn, f*ck it, that's it