Like That (Remix)

[Chorus: Duane Jackson]
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class?
Man, who you know done it like that?
Who done it like that?
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class?
Man, who you know done it like that?
Who done it like that?

[Verse 1: Duane Jackson]
I got it locked
I see the views, 'cause I'm at the top
I speak the truth, and I ain't gon' stop
She said that I'm cool, she vibe with the watch
She said I'm that dude, who said that I'm not?
You got me confused, I know what I got (Brrt)
This is the move, so give me my spot
Or else you some food, just give me the drop
I been a boss for a minute, now there ain't no talking that I ain't done been around
I'm in the room, I took the steps
I cooked for that bag, I get the check (Sheesh)
Just look at my past, you'll see that I'm next
Hooked up my stats, proceeded to flex
And then I went ham and beat on my chest
I've taken my chance, now give me respect (Give me respect)
Know I deserve this shit, I'm at the bank
Collecting my worth of it, I get the money
Then I go turn a kit, meaning I cut off the blood that I'm working with
This shit is mine, ain't no deserving this
This was my destiny, I put the purpose in
I ain't gon' lose, feeling my turn to it, and yet I'm still new
And ain't no one hear of him, so I'm like (Who)

[Chorus: Duane Jackson, RO-B. Z., Both]
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class?
Man, who you know done it like that?
Who done it like that?
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class? (Yah)
Man, who you know done it like that? (Look)
Who done it like that? (RO-B. Z.!)

[Verse 2: RO-B. Z.]
Who you know done it like this?
Got Vin Jay, Ekoh, and Blitz to follow me on Twitter
And got a line to Samad
You got a line to none, ain't that so bitter?
My biggest follower's got a million followers
So excuse me if I brag a little
But I got artists linking up like sausages
While you got air in your bag like Lays (Ruff, ruff, wooo!)
No wonder you got an issue with the boy so hot like wasabi, no Cody (Huh?)
But you know I be making Dineros (Aye!)
And linking up with young G.O.A.T.'s like Zymic, and legends like Gatsb7 (Yuh, aye)
While you're stuck at a home with no fever (Hey)
'Cause if you were hot, I'd say you have Corona (Aye)
Then you'd have to quarantine, nobody would know ya
While, shoutout to Bronson, I'll be balling like Jordan
And making your bitch dance like a Gypsy Kid, ayy
That's word to Duane, we be making thrillers like Jackson
While your body we won't reanimate, 'cause we don't need you in our lights, camera, action, yeah
Who you know got a foot in both worlds like J. Cole, but he ain't a middle child?
When God gives you such a high status that's all your own
You'll realize that you don't need an idol
But back to the facts
I don't see no one else that be killing this track
So I guess it's up to me to leave a massacre in my path
Ayy, bitch, who you know finna do it like that? Ayyy!

[Chorus: Duane Jackson, with RO-B. Z.]
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class?
Man, who you know done it like that?
Who done it like that?
Who you know jump in the Jag'?
Who you know come for the bag?
Who you know up?
Who you know runnin' the class?
Man, who you know done it like that?
Who done it like that?

[Outro: RO-B. Z.]
Ha, you can't stop me, bitch!
I'll fuck yo bitch, I'll fuck yo beat
Nah, I'll take your beat, and I'll kill it to the point
Where you're gonna have to put me as the main artist
And yourself as the feature, 'cause you can't stop me!
(*screams*), heh
"Breakout!" coming soon