Yung Drippy - Jackie Chan Spectrum Lyrics

Yeah
Shorty tryna kick shit Jackie Chan
I already told this lil' bitch that I got plans
I'm on the grind, I never give up, that's just who I am
I'm on the grind, I never, like, come on
And I remember all that sneaky shit that you was doing on the gram
It's been late nights in the stu with all my brothers, we been goin' ham
I hope that glocky don't miss, I hope it hit you and your kinfolk
And I was always taught to ball hard, like Justice Winslow
And why do all these niggas keep on peepin' through my window
Man I don't know, they just some nosy guys
I was trying to wake him up inside that casket, but I know he died
Og said he ain't leaving the block till twenty forty-five
And I don't blame him, cause he gotta get that money up
Bad bitch on my line, she got her tummy tucked
I always used to laugh with 4LEXANDER, he's a funny fuck
Late nights on that block when I'm with Sonny trying to get a buck
I pour the high tech the wock and the tris, that's the clean lean
Whole team Boston Celtics, we the green team
My old head keep hittin' me up, he a bean fiend
And that's how all you niggas gon' end up if you give up on your dreams
That bitch gon' act like she fell in love, it's not what it seems
Rest in peace to Bernie, big bro taught me how to Ponzi scheme
Sometimes I miss out on that bread and I be thinkin' like what's wrong with me
What's wrong with me what's wrong with you, what's wrong with green, what's wrong with blue
What's wrong with all the people on the corner strugglin' for food
What's wrong with all these phony politicians tryna set the rules
Like free all of my niggas out the jail and open up the schools
Hustlin' on the block, tryna make a play, man, that shit ain't cool
Divin' in that water, shorty drippin' like a fuckin' pool
He wanted love over the money, he a damn fool
Bust down two-tone Patek Phillipe drippin' in jewels

Yeah
Shorty tryna kick shit Jackie Chan
I already told this lil' bitch that I got plans
I'm on the grind, I never give up, that's just who I am
I'm on the grind, I never, like, come on
And I remember all that sneaky shit that you was doing on the gram
It's been late nights in the stu with all my brothers, we been goin' ham
I hope that glocky don't miss, I hope it hit you and your kinfolk
And I was always taught to ball hard, like Justice Winslow
And why do all these niggas keep on peepin' through my window
Man I don't know, they just some nosy guys
I was trying to wake him up inside that casket, but I know he died
Og said he ain't leaving the block till twenty forty-five
And I don't blame him, cause he gotta get that money up
Bad bitch on my line, she got her tummy tucked
I always used to laugh with 4LEXANDER, he's a funny fuck
Late nights on that block when I'm with Sonny trying to get a buck
I pour the high tech the wock and the tris, that's the clean lean
Whole team Boston Celtics, we the green team
My old head keep hittin' me up, he a bean fiend
And that's how all you niggas gon' end up if you give up on your dreams
That bitch gon' act like she fell in love, it's not what it seems
Rest in peace to Bernie, big bro taught me how to Ponzi scheme
Sometimes I miss out on that bread and I be thinkin' like what's wrong with me
What's wrong with me what's wrong with you, what's wrong with green, what's wrong with blue
What's wrong with all the people on the corner strugglin' for food
What's wrong with all these phony politicians tryna set the rules
Like free all of my niggas out the jail and open up the schools
Hustlin' on the block, tryna make a play, man, that shit ain't cool
Divin' in that water, shorty drippin' like a fuckin' pool
He wanted love over the money, he a damn fool
Bust down two-tone Patek Phillipe drippin' in jewels