Jail Talk - Jackboy, Yella Beezy

In a box, bitch

With that log, bitch

Wanna flock, bitch

I’m talkin' 'bout Haj slid the beat

Gave me top, bitch

I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)

I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)

Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)

That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)

Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)

Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)

Woke up, we inside the infirmary

Woke up right back in a box (In a box, bitch)

Bitch, you play, you gon' get hit with that log (With that log, bitch)

Kodak visit me, now CO’s wanna flock (Wanna flock, bitch)

On my mama life, a CO gave me top (Gave me top, bitch)

That ain’t change shit, it’s still fuck the cops (Fuck the cops, bitch)

I don’t care what you did, ho, you still an opp (You still an opp, bitch)

You jail talk, came home and she got dropped (She got dropped)

Should’ve brought her to the 'jects to get swapped (Get swapped)

I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)

I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)

Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)

That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)

Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)

Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)

Woke up, we inside the infirmary

Hey, hey, I don’t need you, you need me, yeah, hey

Soon as I get my nut, I’ma leave, yeah, hey

Beat that pussy sloppy 'til it cream, yeah, hah

And then I’ma sneak out when you sleep, yeah, hey

Y’all on shit

Tell me what you don’t know, bitch

Haystack in my poker chips

Bitch, hop on my pogo stick, yeah

Oh, you slow slow, bitch?

Post me, that’s a no-no, bitch, yeah

Ain’t no photo, bitch

I promise I don’t know you, bitch

He a lil' bougie jit, two racks for the kicks, came off frontin' nicks

Bitch, get off my dick, I’m not tryna trick, you steady sneakin' pics

On that groupie shit, you pathetic bitch

Tryna get rich, tryna soak my drip, tryna steal my clout

Bitch, without a doubt I’m the realest out

Go and ask the South what lil' Jack about

Play with guns, I don’t really like to shout

Bitch, don’t run your mouth or we hoppin' out

Bullets poppin' out, then we skrrt skrrt out

Then we skrrt skrrt out

I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)

I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)

Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)

That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)

Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)

Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)

Woke up, we inside the infirmary

I don’t need you, bitch, you need me (Like really though)

I only like you when you’re on your knees (When you on the floor)

Don’t need no friends, bitch, I got cheese (Bitch, I got that dough)

That jit don’t speak but shit, fuck the police (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain’t cleaning shit, call it trusty (Call it trusty, bitch)

Run in your cell, doin' jail burglaries (I be robbin' shit)

Smokin' K2, weighin' mercury (No way out this shit)