Steve lacy - Jean jack it

Playin' all my shit on my way to come, come
Diamonds on my neck, son told me to calm down (ah)
Tennis necklace, lemon on my reckless (reckless)
Fuckin' on your friend, you next on my checklist

Diamonds on my neck, Gucci on my fleece, uh (uh)
I'ma run it back, gotta grab my cleats, uh (uh)
You not living right, you not livin' East, uh (uh)
Bitch, I'm from the West, and I do it best


Jean jacket, come on, yeah, it's mismatchin'
Six figure, check it, yeah I did magic (uh)
Big busy, okay, yeah, you big miss me
Rims dizzy, spinning on you fake sissies

That's on period, that's on period
Nigga period, that's on period
That's on period, that's on period
Nigga period, that's on period
That's on period to let you know, uh
I'm so serious, bitch, that's the code

Writers: Steve Thomas Lacy-Moya

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