Jackie Jone$ey Fleek - 36 Oz. (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] My new world begins with the beats of others. I handle the business myself & say f** you to the other sides. We pulled up suddenly & now becomin' admitted On 'em Grand Freestyles [Pre-Hook] While them n***as in the kitchen cokin' up, I'm makin' bars I can't wait to see me ridin' suicidin' doors in cars I don't jam the screw (oh Hitta), I don't sip syrup (oh badCurt) I just wanna make it sound from all speakers in the world [Hook] Oh, I feel so many wishes push my back to take a beat, woah Oh, I see them silly n***as underestimate my sh**, woah I'm related, Bangin Hott is where I k**, bro And deadliest weapons shoot with the letters so get ready to see the blood though [Verse 1] Homies in the livin' room, they're bouncin' hard, got the trillest vibes We're anxious 'bout nothing, got the sprite and the sparklin' spot And at the cribs, yeah I be wildin' like a beast, got the inner side And all the thing that you be watchin' is the raisin' point on the f**in' graph Ooh, the weekend on fleek, but you don't take it close The sound you hear don't make you comatose But when I turn up, I am too turnt to stop it I keep on talkin' it, spittin' & runnin' They got a hood fulla dawgs like Jonson But n***a I don't, I just keep it Jone$ey Grillin' some chicken, the yard sippin' booze, I only acquire when everyone lose [Pre-Hook] While them n***as in the kitchen cokin' up, I'm makin' bars I can't wait to see me ridin' suicidin' doors in cars I don't jam the screw (oh Hitta), I don't sip syrup (oh badCurt) I just wanna make it sound from all speakers in the world [Hook] Oh, I see a couple b**hes see me grindin' gettin' mad though Oh, I see them trillest homies first survive, then rap & get dough I'm related, Bangin Hott is where I k**, bro And deadliest weapons shoot with the letters so get ready to see the blood though [Verse 2] Let's get it Go get it Will get it Home-made it Delicious as a lobster So tasty ya faded I will feed myself cause I'm a creator I will lift myself, I'm an elevator f** pointless n***as who'd been fabricated Yeah, n***a, I'm new, I got something to tell ya I'm not DJ Khaled, but I changed a lot Ounce to Jone$ey, I changed my life Start runnin' like Kirk, you ain't able to stop me Hol' up your n***as, I won't let 'em rob me Chains on my chest, multiply the amount You know what I'm 'bout, you know what I'm 'bout I'm cruisin' around, not f**in' around Ain't no cloud rap, but I'm like on a cloud Grillin' some chicken, the yard sippin' booze, I only acquire when everyone lose [Pre-Hook] Again them n***as in the kitchen and again I'm makin' bars I'mma touch the sky and steal some, then a hoodie with the stars I don't jam the screw (oh Hitta), I don't sip syrup (oh badCurt) I just wanna make it sound from all speakers in the world [Hook] Oh, I see a couple b**hes see me grindin' gettin' mad though Oh, I see them trillest homies first survive, then rap & get dough I'm related, Bangin Hott is where I k**, bro And deadliest weapons shoot with the letters so get ready to see the blood though [Outro] Lemme see you understood my message You gotta keep shootin' if you wanna k** And, n***a, I keep