Tko

Jacki-o:

Unusual suspects

Whoo

Let's ride

Mmmhmm

Sometimes you don't ask for trouble

You know

Naw

Sometimes

Trouble just come to you

This how I feel about trouble

Just prepare for your departure cuz I ain't squashin' shit

We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips

How you comin' down south?

Tryna check me

You ain't gotta like me

But you gon respect me

Hoe, muthafuck a fox

Whack bitch I'm a hunter

Set fire to many tracks

And bitch you just a runner

I didn't wanna deck ya

But how ya man let ya

Come to 3-0-5

And run up on a chair checker

I damn near gave ya class-less ass a asthma attack

Smacked you down and kicked ya in ya ass-less ass

How you got another deal

When yo lyrics aint real

Whoever ghost-writin needa help you write ya will

Capitalize on what?

I aint wanna contend wit ya

Honest inga, I don't think nobody remembers ya

Fox-bozo, foxy-clown, foxy-cotton, or jello

Shit, I wanna see who the hell is the gepetto

How ya'll brought that

Whack ass throwback

Brooooklyn

You deserve better than a bitch on prozac

Whack this

Tell ya ghost-writer to turn down his ad-libs

You already know what the track is

Just prepare for your departure cuz I ain't squashin shit

We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips

How you comin' down south?

Tryna check me

You ain't gotta like me

But you gon respect me

And if kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch you wouldn't hate him

You walk around frustrated hoe, cuz you ain't kim

The fight is on

And I ain't ignited the alarm

But I'm warnin' you

It's suicide if you try to respond (that's right)

The night's long, and rights strong, lyrical python

You probably mad

Cuz you can't get ya dike on

Get ya hike on

Face it, your intimidated

In your interviews, go ahead and tell them how linoleum tasted

Check this, before you even start rappin reckless

Next time take a second

Check what the set is

This ain't south beach, you needed 8 more exits

I ain't squashin no beef bitch I seek justice

Just prepare for your departure cuz I ain't squashin shit

We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips

How you comin down south?

Tryna check me

You ain't gotta like me

But you gon respect me

Jacki-o:

Hit her, hurt her, smack her around

Queen of the south, I don't back down

Sick whore, insecure, til it aint even funny

You been exposed you gimmick

Give the people back they money

You told me to bow down?

Cuz u supposed to be a vet?

You a tennis ball

You get knocked around on every set

Now, I don't even give a fuck about what happens next

You see this all started because of your ego and disrespect.

Just prepare for your departure cuz I ain't squashin' shit

We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips

How you comin 'down south?

Tryna check me

You ain't gotta like me

But you gon respect me

Jacki-o:

This ain't south beach baby

See, you done got off on the wrong exit

You was on the other side of the bridge

See you zigged when you shoulda zagged

And I dare you to respond!