Jackboy – P’s & Q’s

Jackboy – P’s & Q’s Lyrics

Artist: Jackboy
Song: P’s & Q’s

On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo
Know she just want the loot
You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot

I just want her mind
I’ma **** then kick her out
You just runnin’ your mouth
You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout

I got two bad twins in my DM tryna **** on me right now
I got two of my n#gg#s on the block all day
Tryna trap until the sun comes down
Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out

If a n#gg# play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house
If a n#gg# play with Jack, I bet they show up where your mama stay
Steppin’ in designer shoes, my killers livin’ luxury
Most these rap n#gg#s be gay, I hope that they don’t talk to me

Be all on the opp dick but lowkey tryna **** with me
Nah, you can’t **** with me
Fire, keep it tucked with me
She lied, she say she love the Z

Didn’t get mad, gave her my dick to eat
If she get mad, still better not use teeth
I’m going days hoe call Uber Eats
Im going days hoe I got too much beef

Everywhere I go pocket rocket on me
I **** with DJ he keep my opps in the scope
Real street n#gg# down a tye that’s a tote
Real street n#gg# never doin the most

Like August alstina ****ed a rich n#gg# hoe
I’m that first prince from Haiti who can’t go broke
I’m that n#gg# that ain’t have sh#t but a little bit of hope
I’m that n#gg# who was in the mall with 20K,

And spent all that sh#t on clothes
On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo
Know she just want the loot

You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot
I just want her mind
I’ma **** then kick her out
You just runnin’ your mouth

You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout
I got two bad twins in my DM tryna **** on me right now
I got two of my n#gg#s on the block all day
Tryna trap until the sun comes down

Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out
If a n#gg# play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house
Lil’ n#gg#, you play, get popped
If you play, better play with Glocks

Caught him lacking on his block
And he ended up right on Fox
All that talking now his dead #ss all up on the ****ing news
Big stepper, I done smooshed his ass, got blood all on my shoes

I don’t listen to rules, baby, I just do whatever I want
Sorry to be rude, baby, leave that ho so nonchalant
They got no clue how I ran up these blues, I got a magic wand
I don’t give a **** who rock Christian Dior, b#tch, go ask I’m the Don

Ayy I’m the Don won, ayy, I tote big guns
Ayy, might shoot you for fun, ayy, boy, you run, you dumb
Boy, I swear if you run, that’s tragic
I’ma chase you down and let you have it

I be dressing classic while I tote ratchets
Still ****ing project hoes, swear I got bad habits
On my Ps and Qs
I be steppin’ in Jimmy Choo

Know she just want the loot
You ain’t gettin’ nothing, you just get the boot
I just want her mind
I’ma **** then kick her out

You just runnin’ your mouth
You ain’t ’bout what you say you ’bout
I got two bad twins in my DM tryna **** on me right now
I got two of my n#gg#s on the block all day

Tryna trap until the sun comes down
Still be comfortable ’round killers even when all of the guns are out
If a n#gg# play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house
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From the album:
P’s & Q’s [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020