| Singer | Jackboy |
| Music | Jackboy |
Don’t Force My Hand Lyrics
(What’s Happening Chi Chi?)
(Spyda Beats)
I Told My Bi*ch I’m Having Motion
They Supposed To Hate Me
Don’t Worry About Them, They Not Killers
They Just Talking Crazy
And How These Ni*gas Be On My Di*k
This Sh*t Starting To Amaze Me
They Be Acting Like Lil’ Fu*king Hoes
Speaking About The Kid Daily
I’m Taking Trips To Dubai Just To Shop
Baby, I’m Different
Got So Much Dior In My Closet
They Say That I’m Tripping
Got So Much Blue Hundreds On Me
The Bi*ch Think That I’m Cripping
I Had To Stop Hanging With Them Ni*gas
We Ain’t Have The Same Vision
I Can’t Be Wasting Time In The Jects
I’m Tryna Stack These Mills
And How I Been Sh*tting On Them Lately
It’s Like I Got A Deal
And How I Been Sh*tting On Them Ni*gas
I Know They All Pissed
Just When You Shoot Your Shot, Lil’ Ni*ga
You Better Not Miss
Aye! Boy
Listen, If It Ain’t Safe For Me
It Ain’t Safe For Nobody Out This Bi*ch
That’s Fact, Ni*ga
Fu*k You Talking About, Ni*ga?
Stop Playing With Me, Man
Please Big Brother
Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die
Please Big Brother, Don’t Force My Hand
That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride
I Flew To Haiti, Woah!Lady Say
I’m Ready For Whatever
Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch
I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil
I’m Moving Like A Rebel
I Won’t Di*kride For No Clout
I Don’t Like To Fu*k With Rappers
Them Ni*gas Like To Run They Mouth
I’m A G All By Myself
I Don’t Gotta Be A Hundred Deep
I Could Go Anywhere I Want
I Be Damned A Ni*ga Do Something To Me
You Got Me Feeling Like
We Could’ve Been Superstars
(For Real, My Ni*ga, We Really Could)
Pulling Up In Foreign Cars
(Yeah! For Real, For Real)
Nah, Fu*k That Sh*t, Ni*ga, No, We Couldn’t
The Main Ni*gas That Be Hating On
You Be The Ones You Think That Wouldn’t
Ni*gas Lying To The Media
Talking About Me On Interviews
I Expect That Sh*t From Them Ni*gas
They Ain’t Got Nothing Else To Do
Ain’t Nobody Catching Me Slipping
I’m Leaving The Studio Clutching Pistols
I Keep One In The Head
The Streets Done Fu*ked Up A Ni*ga Mental
I Keep One In The Head
The Streets Done Fu*ked Up A Ni*ga Mind
I Stopped Fu*king With Every Ni*ga
That Done Gave Me A Fu*ked Up Vibe
I Told DJ Close The Back Door
Don’t Let None Of Them Ni*gas In
Long As I Got You And My Brother
Promise I Don’t Need No More New Friends
The Streets Done Taught Me A Lot
No ABC’s, Just Keep FN’s
The Streets Done Taught Me A Lot To The Point
You Can’t Even Trust Your Kin
Murder On My Mind
I Pray I Never Have To Kill My Dawg
I Be Ready To Stand My Ground
Ni*ga Know I’m Not Worried About The Law
Please Big Brother
Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die
Please Big Brother, Don’t Force My Hand
That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride
I Flew To Haiti
Woah!Lady Say I’m Ready For Whatever
Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch
I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil
Please Big Brother
Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die
Please Big Brother
Don’t Force My Hand
That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride
I Flew To Haiti
Woah!Lady Say I’m Ready For Whatever
Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch
I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil
