Jamflex

[Intro]
[Jake Hill] Alright Pinecone I got a song for you to get on
[Lil Pinecone]What!
[Jake Hill] It's real ignorant, just like you like it. Doesn't have any real meanings
[Lil Pinecone] Oh so now you want me get on the track after 8 months. "Oh my name Jake Hill, all my songs 'bout being sad"
[Jake Hill] Shut up dude, I thought we'd do a song together cause everybody misses you. I mean we don't have to if you don't want to
[Lil Pinecone] Hell nah! Drop dat shiet
[Jake Hill] Alright here it goes
(beat starts)
[Lil Pinecone] Man what the fuck kinda beat dis is?
[Jake Hill] It's all good, just, do it
Ya, ay

[Verse 1: Jake Hill]
Run up on em like its 06
Kidz ranqe
I been stacking up the mils, keep em piled in the bank
Pinecone, Jake Hill, yeah we going super saiyan
Farming all the gp like I’m venezuelan
I been stacking up the profit
Ain’t stopping no competition
Fuck a city I'ma run up, in the wildy and get it
I keep it rolling, with the motherfucking squad, 300
Leonidas kick em to the bottom of the summit
Gold wrapped around my whip
Ain’t talking cars, from the abyss
We been at the top
We ain’t ever gonna plummit
Try to catch me slipping
Then we sending you to lumbridge
God damn, know we had to do it to 'em
On the side walk, hands lock
I don’t conversate, I let the bands talk
Pinecone gang, we gon yell it til’ the end
Taking over never quit
Then we do it all again
Uh

[Skit]
[Lil Pinecone] Man you got me fu'ed up rappin' bout video games 'n shit
[Jake Hill] Just trust me dude. Just do your verse
[Lil Pinecone] Hell naw I ain't gon'
[Jake Hill] Do you want money, or not?
[Lil Pinecone] Man, fuck!
Ya, ay
Pinecone, ya

[Verse 2: Lil Pinecone]
My gun go "blat"
My car go "nyerm"
I don't want, your bitch she fat
In my hood I flip them brick
Fuck da' police, ain't no snitch
Lil Pinecone I'm my own shoota
Only care 'bout the money imma rob da jewler
Ol' stanky ass hoe in my inbox
She got crusty toes in them flip flops
Pinecone fuck yo baby mamma
Your girlfriend look like a baby llama
Talk that shit imma run up on 'em
Bust that clip den you a goner
I ain't fuckin roun' imma OG
Errbody in da hood they know me
Pay up 'cause you owe me
Trap all day it's OT
Ya

[Outro: Lil Pinecone]
You nerdy ass mother fucka' gimme my god damn money. Next time you ask me to do a fucking song, it better not be 'bout no stupid ass game
(Door Slams)