1 Jam

Punch it
1 Jam

I flew across the states to get up man
I love my family cant get with the other man
50 keys touchdown, Butter pecan (Bet that he can)

Bet that he can
Shoot up your block, wet up your man
Marksman, got precision
AMG Benz, It look like a Piston

I walk into Bliss with a brick
I be blitzing
Make sure the piece shoot
Talking bout it aint hitting

Touchdown with the birds can miss em
Brother Sum couldnt leave a witness

Dagger on me thats righteous, yeah
Fit cost a grip so you know they despise me
Helmut or Acne, I need help deciding
Honda Pilot, what we use just for sliding

I scream, non-violence
But I keep me a piece

You can get sweeped if you really not street
Backwoods and cookie and I fuck with the sheets

My lungs, cloudy
Blood cells cant see

Ricky Owens and I air force my feet
Black wax and they came with a key

I love my girl but she not fucking with me
Mannyvelli just copped the OG
Spizzle tweaking off a PT

I need some cash
Just came from Paree (Paris)

What
Smoking Biscotti
And now I cant see

How thats your bitch and she fucking on me?
Helmut Lang came from overseas

50 Band jugg, then I flee
100 Band Jugg, now im on tv

Online order
You didnt see me

New chain with the 'Preme tee
(Sheesh)

CashBag in some Gucci
Im the one that started fash
Sheets and funnel
Got me thinking Im jammed

Coming up, giving back to the fam
Big racks with the rubberbands (Big racks, Big racks0

Hood nigga, who is your mans?
Dont know him, I had to slime his ass

Big 40, we gon fry his ass
Ricky and Helmut just look at the drip
Pour up a deuce and then I take me a sip

Punch it
1 Jam

I flew across the states to get up man
I love my family cant fuck with the other man
50 keys touchdown, Butter Pecan

(I bet that he cant)

Marksman got precision
AMG Benz it look like a Piston



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Writer(s): God Zeus
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