Jack Don

[Verse: Jack Donn]
J A C K you know with don
Peep the stack, its hundred son
Ain't no play about it son
Keep it real i got a ton
My homies always got my back
I always got my homies back
You and the gang stick like a sack
Smelly bumpy cuz you whack
Ok lets get back to the track
I need me cake, i need me snack
Might take yo bitch cuz she look nice
Bounce that ass, jesus christ
I don’t do no strip
I just do the check
I’m keeping me my strap
I’m keeping me my tech

[Chorus: Jack Donn]
Stacking up my motherfucking bullets
Boy i’ll keep fucking on your hoe
Till i get like 83
Lets us agree
What is up?
J A C K is a G
PM to the motherfucking AM
You can’t fuck with me

[Verse 2: Jack Donn]
Peep the sneakers, ok
Peep the fit, ok
Peep the lifestyle, ok
And peep the benjis, ok
That ain’t really bout it
Too much stuff to flex it
Lowkey is shit
I ain’t no strut about it
That ain’t really bout it
Too much stuff to flex it
Lowkey is shit
I ain’t no strut about it