Jonesboro Reps

I'm bouncing on the beat cause you know we got the heat.

And I keep that shot on me cause you know I rep the street.

Back then I was bangin, now my diamonds just swangin

We them Arkansas boys, Jtown know what i'm sayin?

We got shooters in the south, put the barrel in your mouth

Grew up on the street so you know what we about.

Seen my big bro hit the pen on some bullshit allegations

Next time we'll hit the court house, make it rain with my Haitians

From the Midwest so you know we fuckin chop

I'll blow up big like Techa Nina and i put that on my pops

I know he lookin down like damn boy you made it

but he ain't seen shit yet, Im gone do it cause I say it.

Got a lot of young bloods reppin suwoo to the death

Shout out B-Gandy, Jojo Sitz, and my dudes on prometh

Load the chop in the back and the pump in the front

Put a hand on her mouth and my dick up her cunt

I fuck with these bitches screamin Ziv till they die

But if I said I loved these hoes that would be a fuckin lie.

Probably make a few more babies, always hit it raw

And I'm going on a rampage, tearing down her walls.

Young nerdy boy in the rap game straight bangin

Now I'm on the music scene so the whole world changin.

We keep kush on deck cause we smoke the loudest strains

Dare you to step to me, I'll put a bullet in yo brain.

 

Look at the hands, they all goin up down

Look at the bands, they all throwin up now

Look at the bread, bet it make a duck drown

And when we come through with the pump bitch you better duck down.

 

When I pull up in the burg they all wanna hang

But when I pull up with the pump they all prayin it don't bang

I put a barrel in his mouth, and popped off his brain

I know the fuzz still looking for me and don't think I'm insane

Cause I do my own dirt, I don't need a fucking shooter

I get the neck then I'm dippin to the pills, I'm a booter

Promethazine in my system, and ganja in my blood

So don't play around my gang, we bangin out the mud

I might go and flip my bag so we can get some extra bud

And fuck blood bath, I'm gone cause a fucking flood.

We just fuck around and pop on anyone we please

Then we get a quarter pounder, but we don't do Mickey D's

Fuck these dog ass bitches we gone flick em like some fleas

Pull up on em with a 12 but we never sayin freeze

I'm a linguist when I speak, and cunning with my rhymes

A white boy making trap music? It's a sign of the times

I still whip on the stove, and no one can make me stop

The feds ain't looking for it, cause my buyers are the cops

And you know I keep a blicky just to take care of the ops

Cut their head off their neck, use their hair as a mop.

I'm feeling like the world just don't want me to win

Too bad I'm better than the world I'm living in.