P's & Q's - Jackboy

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 fuck 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 fuck on me right now

I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down

Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out

If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house

If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up where your mama stay

Steppin' in designer shoes, my killers livin' luxury

Most these rap niggas be gay, I hope that they don’t talk to me

Be all on the opp dick but lowkey tryna fuck with me

Nah, you can’t fuck 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

I’m going days hoe I got too much beef

Everywhere I go pocket rocket on me

I fuck with DJ he keep my opps in the scope

Real street nigga down a tye that’s a tote

Real street nigga never doin the most

Like August Alstina fucked a rich nigga hoe

I’m that first prince from Haiti who can’t go broke

I’m that nigga that ain’t have shit but a little bit of hope

I’m that nigga who was in the mall with 20K, and spent all that shit 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 fuck 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 fuck on me right now

I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down

Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out

If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house

Lil' nigga, 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 ass all up on the fucking 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 fuck who rock Christian Dior, bitch, 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck on me right now

I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down

Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out

If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house