Risky Lyrics – Money Man, Jackboy
Singer: Money Man, Jackboy
Title: Risky
My dawg’s brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
My dawg’s brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
Man, this lifestyle that I live, this sh#t is risky
Ain’t been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon’ get to it if she consenting
My dawg’s brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
I’m down to shoot lil’ with fire back
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
12 killing n#gg#s, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit and then we go and get a racecar
The way I pick these up, they like, “You shoulda played baseball”
Throw that pack from Houston, OKC, I feel like Chris Paul
COVID-19 got these n#gg#s sick, they tryna get that sh#t
People tell me I’m living too fast, I ain’t tryna hear that sh#t
I can’t let nobody come distract me from my main goal
All I burn exotic, I burn passion fruit and mango
My dawg said he fallin’ off, I told him he better hang on
Treat these n#gg#s like strippers with these bullets, they get rained on
I look like a spotlight every time I put my chain on
Ain’t nobody leaving the trap until this ****ing weight gone
All these weapons at my disposal, I feel just like
If money grow on trees then let’s just say my branch is overgrown
Whoever say they finna come get overthrown
I’m punching on, he watching Home Alone
I just bought some acres in the country,
All them nights of trapping dangerous, I was catching plays alone
My n#gg# zoe, I served him fifty at the
My mama told me and these hoes gon’ hound you
And keep that negative energy way from ’round you
Man, this lifestyle that I live, this sh#t is risky
Ain’t been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon’ get to it if she consenting
My dawg’s brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
Racks in my jeans, they look like thighpads
Still be blitzin’ with that heater, run off with your sack
I just pass that b#tch to the team like I’m a quarterback
And once I got that you can have her back
Matter fact, scratch that, you can’t get your b#tch back
Fly lil’ n#gg# with big racks
Fly lil’ n#gg# ain’t ever landing
I done took off to another planet
I done took off now these n#gg#s can’t stand me
I done took off now I can feed the family
She said how you bossed up during a pandemic
Took time for me to run it up now none of my cars be rented
These n#gg#s do whatever for the clout, my killers gon’ hear you trending
My killers gon’ hear you on the news in the graveyard
That n#gg# play, we knock his face off
I be with them ‘migos, yeah, but I don’t know Takeoff
Shoutout me and ‘migo, yeah, all he know is
n#gg# never fallin’ blocks like a lineman
I could knock all y’all off if I get my dawg to sign me
I taught him what I knew, probably even more they did in school
Man, this lifestyle that I live, this sh#t is risky
Ain’t been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon’ get to it if she consenting
My dawg’s brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
I’m down to shoot lil’ with fire back
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
12 killing n#gg#s, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit and then we go and get a racecar
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