General

General - JID

Written by：DiCaprio/L. Boyd/D. Coleman

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 b**ches and f**king them all at once

Friday night lights I was catching and dropping punts

Thinking about rapping I could be JID 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 angels with a 8th in my pre rolls

Call that sh*t a tarantula

Tarantino on your big screen ho

Slave man south east coast JID 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 ni**a up the hill yea they jack Jill'd 'em

And a million other black children

Let's crack the seal I'm spilling

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

Looking for it in the night time

I been looking for it all day

Imma get it at the right time

Watch em f**k with me the long way

Watch a ni**a at the bike whip

Hit the buyer with the stone face

Greenbriar with the whole case

Bust it down and flood the whole state

B**ches 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 sh*t OJ no way Jose slo mo OK

I don't do this sh*t 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 sh*t 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 ni**a or got caught for some d**e 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 ni**a

See the boys you better warn a ni**a

But JID prolly got warrants ni**a

Like north Carolina or south Carolina

Got the hideout in like Florence ni**a

Swear your raps so boring ni**a

Then you say you trap you be lying ni**a

I don't f**k with none of y'all happy trappers

Better go out and strap people dying ni**a lord

Sorry we making all the noise

But you ain't have to call the boys

Some sh*t you just can't avoid

Dumb sh*t cooling with the squad