Yeah, you know, I got them racks on racks
You know I got them Jealen points
You know I got ’em Jealen points
Me and the squad, we be rolling up joints
My rizz? You know it don’t disappoint
My b#tch left me, but then she rejoined
Pull up to my club, made a b#tch go boink, boink
Like Jealen, I got that good education
These b#tches in a line up, they gotta give me an application
‘Cause you know I got the immaculation
Like NASCAR, you know these b#tches be racing
You already know Coochie Master on the track
My pockets are full of Jealen points
I kill people and bury them in Detroit
We will hit the giddy on your dead body
My favorite way to kill people is Karate
My boyfriend is Vladimir Putin
So I’m putting my balls in his mouth
I have so much money in my pocket
You mess with me, and I’ll shoot you in the eye sockets
Yeah, yeah
You already know it’s Cartel Manuel, you know I’m back again
I just say, shoutout to my boy Big Jill, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I’m the ritziest in the universe
But I can still write a new verse while I’m driving in an Uber
‘Cause you know I got ’em Jealen Points
And I’m railing joints, like my pants are moist
But I got them Jealen points
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jealen, GTA Jealen Points
Mailing my pants in Detroit, gay pig boink
But they go straight when I give them my Jealen points
When I pull up in a Rolls Royce
I’m not failing, like I’m racist ’cause I got these b#tches racing
Jonas points? More like Jealen points
Yeah, yeah, more like Jealen points, that’s facts
Shoutout my boys, you know what I’m saying, we went insane on this track
Yeah, okay, bye now
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