Jackie Chan

[Intro]
I just— I just woke up (Alright)
I just popped a Percocet, I feel like Jackie Chan
Like how the fuck you say you dropped a ten so you ain't dropped shit? (Alright, alright, come on, I'm gon' come on here like this, alright)

[Verse]
I just threw a Perky back, I feel like Jackie Chan
I'm sick that niggas speakin' on the 10 and they ain't stacked ten
Hold up your switchy in the air if you gon' bust blick
The last opp got left with ass out for sayin' fuck 10 (Wrong move)
Bitch, I dropped a 5 and, nigga, fuck fifth
They ain't finna speak on what's his name, go pick him up, bitch
I see these niggas pickin' sides and cliquin' up, bitch
And I'm the type to show a nigga somethin', think he tough, bitch
I'm with my favorite opp bitch, I make her suck dick
I slipped a Rollie on her arm, she had a cut wrist
My nigga fucked a burnin' bitch and took a rough piss
I'd rather fuck with rubbers on 'cause, nigga, fuck kids
I ain't the hardest at the shit, then who the fuck is?
I think I'm finna find a vacant house and move the fuck in
Bitch, quit starin' at me 'fore I bust blick
I lost my hat, was trippin' in the mall, feel like fuck Lids
Coolin' with my young fox, he on some rough shit
And if you pillow talkin' to a ho then you a punk bitch
Right now I'm off like three shots, I'm on some drunk shit
[?] talkin' to myself, now let me punch in (Punch this)
These niggas said they robbin' who? They ain't gon' rob shit (Bitch)
I know you heard 'bout how I shoot, bro, I do not miss (Do not miss)
Don't wanna speak on niggas dead, but we done dropped six (Dropped six)
Now, nigga, keep that in your head before you drop ten (Bitch)
I know some steppers over East who really locked in
But, bitch, I know some niggas on the North that really bomb shit
Nigga, my title say my name, you in your mom's shit
I wonder how your dukes spelt when you got boxed in
I'm finna take my rap check and go cop pigs
I'm sick that niggas actin' plugged in and they ain't got shit (Bitch)
This nigga uppin' petty pape', I really robbed shit
I told bro to keep his chain tucked 'fore he get robbed with it (Here)
And I ain't never punched a clock, you more a job nigga (Job nigga)
While you was cookin' niggas food, I'm on the block flippin'
I went to school clutchin' a gun, I got a Glock pistol
Niggas funny, built like aunties, look like my mom's sister (My mom's sister)
I be done broke your lil' jaw and fed you— yop
I be done broke your lil' jaw and fed you popsicles
Told bro that I pray to a god, but I am not Christian (Not Christian)