General [explicit] Lyrics - Jid

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 ho 

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, yea they jack jill'd 'em 

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 

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Looking for it in the night time 

I been looking for it all day 

Imma 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, OK 

I don't do this shit at your pace 

I ain't here to do it your way 

And I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor, back and front door way 

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 momma bout 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 go out and strap, people dying 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 

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