Hit the back block, f*ck it up, you know my windows tinted
I know this lil bitch wanna f*ck, I told her get up in it
Only f*ck with niggas who got a bag and who be really spinnin
She tryna dip off at the spot and let Lil' Jack up in it
Know you ain't have no ways, lil' Jit, you better move the f*ck from round
Only hang with steppers who stand on shit and knock them numbers down
Know she blowin' whistles, I told lil' baby I like my peter rolled
Hit the coin spot, lean your seat back cause baby I'm bout to scroll
200 a dash and fiberglass, I hit the gas then whip done froze
800 credit score, it got me swipin' cred all through these stores
I know they mad, I'm f*ckin' they bitch, I'm countin' these money and gettin' these pros
I'm gettin' pros
Ro Jack - WIZ Lyrics
Ro Jack - WIZ Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Hit the back block, f*ck it up, you know my windows tinted
I know this lil bitch wanna f*ck, I told her get up in it
Only f*ck with niggas who got a bag and who be really spinnin
She tryna dip off at the spot and let Lil' Jack up in it
Know you ain't have no ways, lil' Jit, you better move the f*ck from round
Only hang with steppers who stand on shit and knock them numbers down
Know she blowin' whistles, I told lil' baby I like my peter rolled
Hit the coin spot, lean your seat back cause baby I'm bout to scroll
200 a dash and fiberglass, I hit the gas then whip done froze
800 credit score, it got me swipin' cred all through these stores
I know they mad, I'm f*ckin' they bitch, I'm countin' these money and gettin' these pros
I'm gettin' pros
I know this lil bitch wanna f*ck, I told her get up in it
Only f*ck with niggas who got a bag and who be really spinnin
She tryna dip off at the spot and let Lil' Jack up in it
Know you ain't have no ways, lil' Jit, you better move the f*ck from round
Only hang with steppers who stand on shit and knock them numbers down
Know she blowin' whistles, I told lil' baby I like my peter rolled
Hit the coin spot, lean your seat back cause baby I'm bout to scroll
200 a dash and fiberglass, I hit the gas then whip done froze
800 credit score, it got me swipin' cred all through these stores
I know they mad, I'm f*ckin' they bitch, I'm countin' these money and gettin' these pros
I'm gettin' pros
Writer: ROLAND BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid