Money Man, Jackboy - Risky Lyrics

My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen (Keez on the track, nigga)

Damn, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon' get to it if she consentin'
My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
I'm down to shoot, lil' bro will fire back (fire back)
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads (thigh pads)
12 killin' niggas, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit, then we go and get a racecar

The way I pick these up, they like, "You should've played baseball"
Drove that pack from Houston, OKC, I feel like Chris Paul
COVID-19 got these niggas sick, they tryna kill that shit
People tell me I'm livin' too fast, I ain't tryna hear that shit
I can't let nobody come distract me from my main goal
All I burn exotic, I burn passionfruit and mango
My dawg said he fallin' off, I threw him a bag to hang on
Treat these niggas like strippers with these bullets, they get rained on
I look like a spotlight every time I put my chain on
Ain't nobody leavin' the trap until this fuckin' weight gone
All these weapons at my disposal, I feel just like Pat Mahomes
If money grow on trees, then let's just say my branch is overgrown
Whoever say they kin', them niggas finna come get overthrown
Lil Cyrus bad as hell, I'm punchin', know he watchin' Home Alone
I just bought some acres in the country and some trailer homes
All them nights of trappin' dangerous, I was catchin' plays alone
My nigga Zoe, I served him fifty at the Fontainebleau
My mama told me, "Son, you handsome, these hoes gon' hound you"
And keep that negative energy 'way from 'round you

Damn, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon' get to it if she consentin'
My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen

Racks in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
Still be blitzin' with that heater, run off with your sack
I just pass that bitch to the team like I'm a quarterback
And once I got her, it's up to me if you can have her back
Matter fact, scratch that, you can't get your bitch back
Fly lil' nigga with big racks
Fly lil' nigga ain't never landin'
I done took off to another planet
I done took off, now these niggas can't stand me
I done took off, now I can feed the family
Wanna earn mine myself like Jalen Ramsey
Got an IG model playin' in her panties
She said, "How you bossed up durin' a pandemic?"
Took time for me to run it up, now none of my cars be rented
I don't give a fuck if I got a million bucks, play me, I'ma still come spin it
These niggas do whatever for the clout, my killers gon' have you trendin'
My killers gon' have you on the news in the graveyard
That nigga play, we knock his face off
I be with the 'migos, yeah, but I don't know Takeoff
Shout out mi amigo, yeah, all he know is hustle
He can never fall off, throwin' blocks like a lineman
I can knock all y'all off if I get my dawg to sign me
I taught him what I knew, they movin' swifter than you
I taught him what I knew, probably even more they did in school

Damn, this lifestyle that I live, this shit is risky
Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon' get to it if she consentin'
My dawg brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen

I'm down to shoot, lil' bro will fire back (fire back)
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads (thigh pads)
12 killin' niggas, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit, then we go and get a racecar