Jada Pinkett

Big AR just coming in clutch
Hang with my niggas, you know it’s a bunch of us
You did your bitch ass so I fucked up her butt
In the hood so get
Riding around with a Honey Bun
They been fucking with me, yeah, since «under the sun»
Brand new chain, brand new gun
You better not lie 'cause you my son
Smoking gingerbread,
I need me a bitch, she gotta be the one
Big AR, shooting at everyone
I do not give two fucks about shit
stop at the light pissed off
Don’t ask me, I know I’m the shit
That’s your bitch so she doing the
It’s my bitch my drop top
With my gang, man, I’m having my own mob
Twelve cars in the driveway with no job
Bitches be hitting me up like I know y’all
Shoot the pussy lil' bitch, no balls
Touching your bitch ass and it’s so soft
Ricky Owens sitting right by the wall
Ain’t rocking no Vans off the wall
I bring them racks in
Rocking high fashion
You gotta clock in
If you work for a nigga, that’s madness
Put my diamonds on, watch them piss in the stall
Don’t nobody be checking on me so I don’t care about y’all
Ball on a nigga, I ball harder than John Wall
Call one of my shooters up, I think it’s Chris Paul
In LA like Law &Order and my bitch Regina Hall
We ain’t talking 'bout Spice 1 but we tryna kill 'em all, damn
I’m growing up, nineteen years of age
I got my pistol in the fucking backstage
Show me something that’ll actually have me amazed
My pistol on me, nigga, like I’m Johnny Cage
My bitch from Ohio, Doris Day
Why this bitch keep on acting, man, she sound like Jennifer Day
Just give my niggas a GRAMMY, man, how they slang that K
Have a junkie try some shit like the shit was train today
I’m high as fuck, man, I ain’t even blinking
I was locked up, I was cold but they gave me a blanket
And I need a bad ass bitch Jada Pinkett
On a high speed chase, doing the dash, I wasn’t thinking at all