BLACKJACK (Remix) [feat. YBN Cordae] Song Lyrics

I just bought a new grill (Yah)
Shining like a new whip (True)
Adam got a new drip (Shit)
I'm a nappy-headed black lil' cool kid (Ah)
Yeah, I stack that, make that, break that, take that
Got a hundred ways
I can flip that, get back
All up in the money just to get back, bitch, back up
No you probably need a Tic Tac, it's that (Hunh)
Bitch you frontin' on me (Yo)
Why you wanna act like this? (Why?)
Rollie on my wrist so she wanna have kids (True)
Cuffs on my wrist so the cops don't trip

I-I'm too fly to fight (Yup)
Can't afford my price (No)
This a white tee (Clean)
Bitch, bite me (Hey)
I'm on a high (I'm on a high)
They on the low (They on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone (Get out my zone)
Said, I'm on a high
(I'm on a high)
They on the low
(You on the low)
You killin' my vibe (Killin' it)
Get out my zone
(Get out my zone, bitch)

I'm the best in the group chat (True)
My niggas won't admit that (No)
31 hoes in my FaceTime
And I'm the one to hoop that (Yee)
Rockin' and rollin' like Jack Black (Yoo)
Schoolin' you niggas like Jack Black (Yah)
How could you not like Jack Black? (How?)