Jackie Moon (feat. Rio Da Yung Og & RMC Mike)

(Wait, turn that up, that's a JAY C beat?) (Mia Jay C) (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga) Hand me the heavyweight belt, I'm the Scam Champ I done touch two hundred X, I'm the Jack Man Thinking that he big, turn him into Ant-Man Bitch, I wouldn't DC if I was Batman Huh, and the whip look like a Batmobile You drive a 2012, bitch, that ain't a Scat, for real "What's that noise in the back?" Rio cracked the seal Caught him in the park and shot his ass, that's a Jurassic kill That means I turned him to a fossil I'm in church banging this, I'm like, "Fuck some gospel" In this bitch windpipe, I'm like, "Fuck some tonsils" Shooter busting off the crotch rocket, clutching on the throttle Huh, yeah, we on a different wave Feds tried to hit bro with the book, he on a different page Smart as hell, but when she giving head, she use a different brain Skrrt-skrrt, swerving on your bitch in a different lane ShittyBoyz X Flint, we talk dumb and dumber Big four Nicky to the belly, this a tummy tucker I ain't gon' lie, if bro miss, he a lucky fucker 'Cause it got the beam and a scope, better duck and cover Bro hit the water two times, that's a déjà blue If I could marry rap, dawg, I would say, "I do" But I'm blessed off the scams like I said achoo It would take more than a cape just to save your boo Let me see a sandwich bag, I'm the Grand Champ Me, Mike, and Tron already fucked this ho, Stan next Finna hit six grams of tan and leave hand prints Gotta put on gloves when I pack this shit like anthrax Sold dope, had a job and robbed, I'ma scam next Served Martin, fucked Gina twice, I want Pam next He got a gun but he almost dropped it, 'cause his hands wet Let him pop once, he going to sleep, fuck a Xanax Flint niggas, but we fucking with the ShittyBoyz Four Hellcats back to back, we the KittyBoyz Say you dropping who when you see who? You a silly boy Fucking on a scamming rich bitch, I'm a city boy I don't go to sleep, when it rain, I make rain sleepy Bought an eight of red from Big Lou, and let Dan drink it Finna take off on these niggas, bitch, the train leaving I ain't buy these Guccis outta Saks, bitch, I came Neiman's I spent a light band on 'em Pop a nigga, fire up a square, then do my dance on 'em Have bro ship you out west, I'm a land owner Vans got eight hundred pressies, I think Dan want them Bitch, now that's easy pay New bitch got diabetes, I made her eat a cake I ain't even have to use a kitchen, it was Easy-Bake Hit your Charger with a 50K, I'll make the Hemi break Really plugged in, bitch, you got a shortage in your socket Shot him in his hip and sent some lint soaring out his pocket I'm in both conferences, rode to Florida with my rockets Feel like Jackie Moon, I'm in Flint scoring like a Tropic Tryna fight? You might as well skydive without a parachute Bro, I think I'm sick of these hoes, pass the Theraflu Big Russian 'K got more kick than a pair of shoes I done scammed Marry, Betty, and Sarah too Me and Mike just fucked the city up, nigga, we the greatest Had to buy a Scat, ain't have enough, shit, the Demon eighty AK baby with the stand, I need two lasers One shot'll leave you shitty, boy, you need a newspaper Linked up with Stan, man, and BabyTron Woke up today, and slapped fifty in the baby .9 Let a nigga move incorrectly, hit him eighty times Forgot I had a .30 stuffed in my new baby mom