paroles de chanson General - JID

Uh, fuckin' wisdom tooth is killin' me
Fuck, whatever

Check, anybody can see the kid got it
I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it
From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts
Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once
Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts
Thinking about rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught

Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking
I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs
Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls
Call that shit a tarantula
Tarantino on your big screen hoe
Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo
Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo
And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo'

You gotta chill 'cause niggas can get they cap peeled
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman
They sent my nigga up the hill, yeah, they Jack Jill'd him
And a million other black children
Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'

Alright, I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something
I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something
Niggas talking crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny
Pull up on ya, had the crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up

Looking for it in the nighttime
I been looking for it all day
I'ma get it at the right time
Watch 'em fuck with me the long way
Watch a nigga at the bike whip
Hit the buyer with the stone face
Greenbriar with the whole case
Bust it down and flood the whole state

Bitches know when that work good
Anna Mae eat the whole cake
We ain't even gotta role play
Had to get it out the bowl way
Kill shit, OJ, no way, Jose, slo-mo, okay
I don't do this shit at your pace
I ain't here to do it your way

And I'm coming through the ceiling, through the floor, back and front doorway
You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave
I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade, wait
Even before grades, going to my brother court dates

And I asked my mom and dad what he did but they'd never tell me
Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he selling
Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo
My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga

See the boys, you better warn a nigga, but JID prolly got warrants, nigga
Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, nigga
Swear your raps so boring, nigga
Then you say you trap, you be lying, nigga
I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers
Better grab and strap, people dyin', nigga, Lord

Sorry we making all the noise
But you ain't have to call the boys
Some shit you just can't avoid
Dumb shit, coolin' with the squad