JackBoy is here with “Think They Are” featuring Denzel Curry. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kid Hazel & Thank You Fizzle.
Jackboy Think They Are
The Florida connection is strong on Jackboy’s brand new collaboration with Denzel Curry, a standout cut off the brand new album Love Me While I’m Here. And while there is plenty to unpack on Jackboy’s latest, it’s hard to resist the allure of a Denzel link-up, especially over some melodic production from Kid Hazel and Thank You Fizzle. Fueled by a smooth and vibey guitar riff, the likes of which have made for a solid hip-hop formula this past few years, Jackboy catches a rhythmic flow and reflects on the difficulties plaguing his current situation.
Despite the relatively soothing beat, both parties bring a notable air of aggression to their verses, lining their bars with the bubbling threat of violence. “Clean the block with the mop, I ain’t leaving no witness / Claiming he a bitch, show up in a ni*ga kitchen,” spits Jackboy, who proceeds to warn opposition that his glock is seldom far. For Denzel, problems are more effectively solved by throwing down, his opening lyrics establishing exactly how he and his circle get down. “Real shit, I don’t gotta act hard, Know ni*gas throw hands in the backyard,” he raps. “No glove, no wraps or a mouthguard / You can swipe all day, but I pull cards.”
JackBoy – Think They Are (ft. Denzel Curry) (prod. Kid Hazel & Thank You Fizzle)
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Kid Hazel, you killed this)
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Gotta watch these niggas around you, ’cause they might not be who you think they are
‘Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, riding ’round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon’ fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I’m pulling up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don’t see me ever falling off
I know niggas hating so I got my niggas toting rods
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Catch an opp slipping, knock him out his tennis
Down to catch a case, tryna get ahead of business
Clean the block with the mop, I ain’t leaving no witness
Claiming he a bitch, show up in a nigga kitchen
Dior on me got me feeling blessed like a Christian
Came from shit and made millions
Ran it up fresh out of prison
I’m a gift to the game, no riddle
Fuck your handout, I ain’t tripping
Got his bitch with me, I’m pimping
Glock on me got a nigga limping
Glock on me, you could go missing
Cartier on my vision
Shitting on you niggas like a pigeon
She fucking with you, she a duck, quack
I took her from you with a big sack
When I took her from you, can’t get back
You niggas broke as fuck, need to fix that
Yeah, you gotta watch your bitch plus you gotta watch your dawgs too
Just ’cause he say he real, that don’t mean he ain’t flawed too
Just ’cause he tote a steel, that don’t mean he’ll pop you
Only riding with the ones that I know gonna drop you
Wanna be a hot boy, well, I got hot shells
I’ll slap you with this pistol, don’t kiss and tell
Niggas going police tryna send you to jail
Niggas really hurt, you ain’t in no cell
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Gotta watch these niggas around you, ’cause they might not be who you think they are
‘Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, riding ’round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon’ fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I’m pulling up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don’t see me ever falling off
I know niggas hating so I got my niggas toting rods
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Real shit, I don’t gotta act hard
Know niggas throw hands in the backyard
No glove, no wraps or a mouthguard
You can swipe all day, but I pull cards
What I’m saying is I never had to do fraud
When the old girl working ’bout two jobs
When the old boy applied for a new job
So I guess that I’m blessed by the true God
See, back in the day, I would hop in the Lexus, just me and my manager hoping it start
Here in the present, I’m stacking my scrilla all off of the shit that I said from my heart
Haters get mad when they see that you the big dawg, but they won’t bite and I bet they don’t bark
Mad over hoes, you a motherfucking simp, son, your niggas Maggie and Lisa and Bart
I watch ’em all try to ether me, just because they cannot eat with me
I read the bible, I know ’bout betrayal, I get reminded by a Jesus piece
Perfect match, put my soul on beats, my brother with me, he gon’ hold the heat
Doing things I supposed to do, to be that nigga I supposed to be
Zel
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Gotta watch these niggas around you, ’cause they might not be who you think they are
‘Member she used to clown you, now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, riding ’round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo, he gon’ fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I’m pulling up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I fuck the baddest broads
Turned up on these niggas, I don’t see me ever falling off
I know niggas hating so I got my niggas toting rods
