Frank V - Jackin' Bailers lyrics

[Frank V] Who packs more heat than a little, no less than a lot Who drives up your block with an unsafe Glock Spitting at these chickens till their hearts stop ticking Won't quit till they relocate and start snitching He was Brown but his car was black And his hat was black and his gat was black And when I release all you saw was black Ese you're f**ing with a homicidal maniac It ain't so much gang related but cash related If you messed with my money then you masterbated Because you went and straight f**ed yourself You can have my b**h but can't touch my wealth So if you ever try to stop the operation I'll be night stalking Till then you'll be a dead man walking So pop your collar but don't stop a baller As I cop a dollar and hop an Impala [Chorus: Royal T] Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, simon This is going out to all these fake a** rappers claiming to be ballers [Mr. Sancho] This is for these b**h rappers that be talking sh** Saying sh** about Sancho cuz I'm all of it They can't stop all of it and I follow it And then I sh** it all way putos swallow it b**h you don't know me, how the hell you gonna blow me Do it slowly cuz these haters f**ing jealous about me never being lonely Now can you blame them, for you participating invading my privacy But it means nothing to me Now can you see, Califa Thugs down to go bust Showing all you player haters you got nothing on us Open your mouth as I bust, you see me kick up some dust I'm always willing to make a million but it's all on us You need to call on us, and b**hes fall on us But quit the hate on us, parcitipate with us SD G's coming at you on the creep Say your f**ing prayers punk cuz you're in it too deep as I creep [Chorus] [Chorus: Royal T] Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, f** all them levas Only you and I, Low Pro homeboy, gonna get taxed [OFI] Suprise motherf**ers, OFI motherf**ers Coming straight from the Southside motherf**ers All of you know how I do California Sureno Thug, grey and blue Ooh wee, 13 SD If you're down with me toss up your chronic sack of weed Blaze that sh** up, eses keep that sh** gangstered up Time to drink up [Royal T] LPG gang, fool you can't hang Royal came though the f**ing scene to bang Find a man likely to get the a** beat down LPG gangsters, we ain't f**ing around We got straps and ends, friends in high places k**ers with no faces down to catch cases Down to hit corners, down to get dirty f** around with us you won't live to see thirty [Chorus: Royal T] Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers Homeboy flip them dollars, homeboy bounce Impalas Woop woop, this song is going out To all them fake a** levas out there homeboy [Royal T] Keep switching labels What label you on this month homeboy? And where will you be next year? Low Profile Gangsters