(Intro: Ryan Jacket & *J.Update*)
Yo this track is so hard man, y'all are not ready. *Jacket chill out, chill out Jacket!* This sh** is so flame-it's fu-f**ing fire man, hardest sh** of 2016 off top. *Chill, chill-I don't know about that...* Let's get it!
(Verse 1: Ryan Jacket)
Hunnid band, hunnid band hunnid band
I don't really know how the f** Ima land-
But I can't, I'm the man, all you f**ers bland
So I'm here with this sh**, giving you a hand
Motherf**ers don't get where I f**ing stand-
With my fam, eating ham, wearing street brands
And I can't f**ing wait 'til I meet fans
Until then Ima ball cause I'm me man
I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me
I've got a f**ing style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh**-
Yeah just watch me, don't dodge me
b**h I'm going harder than a motherf**ing nazi-
With a damn mind full of gold you can not see
And my real friends know I'm sick and tired of all these parties
And besides I do not really f** with all these thotties
(Verse 2: Shakewell)
From bottom to top, then she giving me top in a new Benz (She giving me top)
I drink and finesse damn, we came from the bottom we winning (Aye, aye)
Carti (?) hit both of your wrists, f** boy you look like a lick
I might just slide up and f** on your b**h, back to the trap got a kilo to flip
Back out in Vegas I'm moving them bricks, just hit the strip with a gram
Doubled up look my double cup now I might fly to Japan, who be the man?
Word on the streets is that boy got a plan, running them out with the heat in my hand
Give a f**, shoot it up, xanny's in my double cup (doo, doo, doo), boot it up
Hoes wanna f** tell them to s** up the squad and she one of us
(Verse 3: Ryan Jacket)
I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me
I've got a f**ing style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh**-
Yeah, just watch me cop me bodies in front of yo f**ing shawty homie
Make a good impression and end up calling her mami homie
Call me "Mr. Jacket" when you at my f**ing doorstep
Wake me when there's about 100 bands up at my doorstep, the who*e slept-
On me back in my days when I was a bit overweight
I'm still pretty chubby but that's just because I overate
Searching LA streets for a chick a bit over 18
Maybe come and help me chase my motherf**ing dream
(Verse 4: Ryan Jacket)
Please give me the cheese man
This whole f**ing game is a tease, damn
So give me the mulah like Buddha and scoot on your scooter
You really don't wanna catch these hands
From a Jew heada** like me, and making a boom deada** like me
Fight your f**ing stepdad deada** like me
Now leave me alone sipping this fine iced tea from the f**ing McDonald's
Got your b**h some f**ing cookies but she don't even want them (f**)
Now I'm sadder than sh**, and I play some scary music screaming out triple six
I'm fixing visions ignorant and praising religion
You silly sinning b**hes really think that you winning
But f** all that sh**, I'm only a rapper
I'm sitting with some bands in my hands and I'm feeling real dapper