Black Jesus

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Pull out them racks on a nigga, he's so funny

He talk the most shit, but got no money

Tough on the 'net, but in person, a new Gandhi

Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi

I mean Mo Bamba, anklets a new Honda

I need threes with TiTi and with La'Shonda

I get right, it's on sight for you newcomers

I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners

With the gang out in public, we ho hunters

Kick that bitch out the spot like a team punter

Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti

Got this bitch ridin' dick like a Ducati

Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai

Actin' out for attention, the new guy

Got another lawsuit, need a new tie

Know some niggas switched up, turned Ifá

Know some niggas out West bangin' treetop

Made that bitch give me head 'til her knees pop

Switchin' sides on the gang, tryna ease out

Catch you slippin', we knockin' your teeth out

Tryna come down my block, need to reroute

Tryna see all that shit that you talk 'bout

Know it's cap in your rap, you ain't gotta lie

In LA with Zack Bia at Nice Guy

In LA with Zack Bia at Papis

I'm in Houston ho huntin' with Tati

I just had me a smooth little ten piece

Run it up

Stick on my back like I'm huntin' up

Yeah, if I let my dogs loose, they gon' run amuck

Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall

Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul

I got big guap, big killers, big pieces

She wan' fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis

Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus

And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis

Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces

Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures

Nothin' make me more happy than backends

I'm straight to no signal, them racks in

These new niggas' music is trashcan

He can't feed his fans, so they fastin'

He told 'em, "Let's all go Muslim"

That bitch nigga ain't out hustlin'

I said take a sip, why you guzzlin'?

Give me my damn cup back, nigga

I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'

Buddy just paid a rack for some 'Tussin

Hope he sick, 'cause that's all that it's good for

I wish that my big brother did more

I pray that my lil' sister live long

Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong

Got a stock with a stick, it's an arm long

Wow

Heard they said I went broke, boy, was they wrong

I just cashed in a check, it's a phone number

Bitch, your ass on the porch like the door number

We gon' track your ass down like LoJack

Why they playin' with me? I need more racks

To the money, I'm runnin' up four flat

This shit right here gon' need four plaques

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall

Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul

I got big guap, big killers, big pieces

She wan' fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis

Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus

And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis

Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces

Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures