Hook
B***h I'm never lackin man I always keep my 40 tucked! *4x
(Verse 1)
B***h I'm never lackin man I always keep my 40 tucked im John wall in da paint but I got shooters that play for da bucks. I'm geeking off them percs sippin that lean making it hard to drive.. I keep my Glock up on me, it's like my bitch she'll never leave my side.. f*cking all these hoes, counting this money shit ain't none new. She love it when a nigga talk his shit, and like they hunnits blue.. they asking how la Jimbo got this money, they ain't gotta clue. But I be quick to drop this f*ckin bag, straight on top of you. On some demon shit, posted in them cuts on some I be scheming shit. I be quick to make my f*ckin move, you ain't see the blitz.. police tried to come to me for questions, I ain't see the shit.. I had to beat the beat I'm on some Ike and Tina shit..
(Hook)
Bitch I'm never lackin man I always keep my 40 tucked! *4x
(Verse 2)
Who f*ckin with la Jimbo, bitch you must be out your f*ckin mind.. these bullets hit his stomach and watch it go straight out his f*ckin spine.. I'm outchea, and a nigga putting in some work.. never lackin nigga ima f*ckin put you in the dirt. Bitch you catching bullets like Mike Thomas, and I'm throwing bullets like drew brees. cnd I ain't talkin bout no dip sauce, but they want snake me out for my blue cheese.. Iknow a couple niggas that'll hit you up for a coulple bandz and a few P's, and I ain't talkin bout my opps but I be riding around wit a few G's
(Hook)
Bitch I'm never lackin man I always keep my 40 tucked! *4x