JÔCKÎN.-Tobe Nwigwe

Keh Keh Keh Keh Yuh Get twisted Sundays we ain't gonna waste no time Look A lotta folk Jockin' This beat rockin' Southwest raised G Mob still poppin' The blades still choppin' The babes still boppin' The rap game look like the new slave auction Can I get a what Can I get a who I flow for the trigger-happy rapping jigaboos And those that be itchin' to clap at the biggest coup Who pack an SMG but don't work at the ticket booth Look no movie. Real raps in my iTunes no Uzi Lowkey Fat fine but she pose goofy Highkey flow raw but it's no sushi Boy I'm on wipe me down like the old Boosie Yuh shoulders chest pants shoes Shoutout Sim he the coldest with the dance moves Try love try God and you can't lose But try me and I'ma show you what these hands do Yeah. Young Jurn hit me up said she movin' down Used to ride metro but I'm boomin' now I only rap to keep the ratio coonin' down Don't sleep on me I got no chill Every beat I'm on roadkill God blessed me with cheese like Ro-tel Cause I ride this coat tail Most my partners still make d**e sales And they be like "oh well" Rock so much Ice it look like snow fell And they move it whole sale Go tell it on the mountain It's Wee-Gweh to the people pronouncin' My last name acting like it's a fountain Of consonants when they making the announcement I'm tired of it stop it I do God's work I'm philanthropic I keep my beard glistening like a prophet And hell if I ain't the plug then I'm the socket I swear the whole hood got my back like a chiropractor 'Cause every bar I get it poppin' like a firecracker I'm tryna go from Genesis to the final chapter So whenever the trumpet blow I survive the rapture Yuh yuh You'll catch me hang gliding on clouds Screaming out "no diggity no doubt" Elohim next to me lookin' Hennessy brown We both jiggin' Swear I'm married to the game I elope different Used to dream about the slab with the 4s tippin' Back when Twista and Do or Die had me po' pimpin' Every bar guava you can see the flow drippin' Yuh don't touch my drip let it marinate I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's It's the reason every track I'm on defecate Prayline 530 just to medidate Me and Fat got it poppin' on our wedding day I swear I rap for every piru and hoover Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the pearly gates Let us in every wretch need a rest haven I keep it movin' never worried about the steps taken I give middle fingers to Satan wrestling with God Demanding every ounce of favor He used to bless Jacob I'm gone