XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics - Jack Harlow, Lil Keed, Polo G

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Jetson made another one, haha

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Jack Harlow:]

Ooh, I'm that man

I can't trip 'cause it's way off-brand

I had plans for the playoffs, damn

City used to hate, but I made y'all fans

Aw man, I hit 'em both way, ain't y'all friends?

She know how to cook and take off pants

Flow relaxed, but I ain't on Xan

I'm T'd up like Jake Austin

If you got an issue, then say somethin'

Used to do shows, I ain't make nothin'

Now I got bread, but I ain't content

Y'all so street, nah, I ain't convinced

That's just somethin' that you came up with

I just want someone to lay up with

I call her babe, but she know I can't marry her

Ciroc cranberry, my shit classic, Tom & Jerry

Lot of commentary, shit seem cool, but it's gotten scary

Fuck the game up, I'm poppin' cherries

At the mall, they stop and staring

I got birds, but they not canary

Keed talk to 'em (Yeah)

[Lil Keed:]

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, sla-slatt, slatty, slatty

Hop in a Jag' or a 'Cat, I'm goin' crazy, or I get lazy

Cranberry Burberry shirt, put my pants grape

Nigga play with S-L-I-M-E, get sprayed

Race to the K, got a chop, woo, woo

Seal on the paints, on the wraps, woo, woo

Pounds in the bookbag like I'm goin' to school

Got sticks in the jean, got spreads on the shoes

Ooh, get wavy, ooh, biscotti blunt

Ooh, I face it, I'm comin' with cadence

Yeah, Slime, Polo

Yeah, yeah, Keed talk to 'em

[Polo G:]

And I'm really in my bag, she want it, I'm payin' for it

Bitch, I put in blood, sweat, and tears, and I ran for it

Trappin' just to make a way, got stuck up in that jam for it

Bag of chip died, know I couldn't put out my hand for it

Now I'm that nigga in my city and yours

I'm so quick to put them in they place like a landlord

They gon' kill what you believe if you don't make a stand for it, look

I got niggas mad, 'cause I'm blessed and I'm winnin'

Only if they really knew this was just the beginnin'

With that weapon he spinnin', Smith & Wesson was spittin'

This hot shit'll cook your noodle in less than a minute

Kick in his door and put that sawed in his mouth

I'll have my killers come and paint the walls in his house

Deactivate his soul, hollows loggin' him out

Lost his mind, seen that blood from his dawg spillin' out

I was on the frontline, standin' tall in the drought

I been goin' hard like I gotta ball for the scouts

Bipolar with my love, 'cause I fall in and out

These new generation gangsters do it all for the clout

Put the whole hood on my back, I had to carry ya

Odds stacked against me, nun' but crime in my area

First-generation millionaire, I had to break the barriers

Tryna open up my third eye, it's only gettin' scarier

Damn, a new disease dropped, causin' mass hysteria

It's always some bullshit, welcome to America, nigga

[Outro:]

Yeah, Jetson made another one, aha

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one