Tekst piosenki
T neeks (verse 1)
Poppin off, call me pop secret
These boys look at me so frequent
Asking who dat, im j cole
Getting money but I ain’t on the pole
Soccer team, completing my goals
Im burning plates, smoking bowls
My ass thick as my gold chain
These boys wanna eat me, lo mein
Yall niggas lost all ya noodles
Call u a bitch but you just a poodle
They wanna taste my red lipstick
They buy me drinks, I dont suck the dick
Hastag America is the click
In this town im the realist chick
We got tracks like railroads
And I got more lines then a barcode
(Verse 2 Jony Quest)
Jony Quest is a fuckin killer
Bodies piled up, call me hitler
Ill leave u all bones and skin
More girls with me then the show skins
I kill em all, fema camps
Your girl rubs me, magic lamp
Smoke in the air like a genie
Leave u in 2 pieces, bikini
Chop it up but I ain’t screwed
Fuck u if u think im rude
Bad guy at the table, montana
I pull the strings, carlos santana
Yall trippin like its woodstock
Im hi as fuck, long socks
Fuck this beat, make the toes curl
Yo spin magazine, lets go for a whirl
Yall sweat my shirts like earl
Flows sick, im about to herl
(Hook Jony Quest 2x)
Hastag America is the click x7
Were a virus spreading
Yall ain’t even sick
(Verse 3 Jony Quest)
Love blood on everything like im gothic
Guess that makes me a hot topic
All black, thats how we dress
Like swat teams rockin vest
Killin niggas like Jax Teller
Getting money like a bank teller
More Guns then Clay Morrow
Cash flow I dont lend or borrow
On the streets like im sellin drugs
Spit coke but im not a thug
In the sky a lot, parachutes
I kick it harder then army boots
(Hook Jony Quest 4x)
Hastag America is the click x7
Were a virus spreading
Yall ain’t even sick
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