Jamaica
I'm in the trap I'm just mixing the pot
They throwing shade but I get it a lot
Jamaica the spot
Montego the spot
I foregin my drop
When I walk in the lot
My pockets fat
Call em them the clumps
Ain't no funny dread I'm just wrapping my pump
You pumping your Reebok's
Get hit with this drum
I do this for fun
Lil B*tch is you dumb
Ain't talking Young Thugger but I'm on the run
They think ima piston I move with the drum
Hold up Hold Up
I'm in the trap I'm just mixing the pot
They throwing shade but I get it a lot
Jamaica the spot
Montego the spot
I foreign my drop
When I walk in the lot
Your pockets skinny
I call em norbit
Drippiest n*gga you seen in the orbit
I told her come fuck with me
I think she all for it
But shit ain't that it seem
I'm tryna f*ck her and f*ck up her spleen
She tryna get married in a week
She see I got this drip from overseas
But she a project b*tch I don't need
She wanna leave her boyfriend
She think he annoying
He wanna go to neimans
But he can't afford it
He took a trip to two-fifth
That boy got no drip
I just copped eight lines for the low
I just might pour up and sip four
I just kicked a bad b*tch out the door
I'm still f*ck*ng bad b*tches I don't know
I'm off hard drugs
I just put codeine in my beverage
I just f*cked up I just wrecked the porches nine-eleven
But it don't even matter
Cus told the judge I learned my lesson
My b*tch got the bail
Babe where you at
I walk in the bank and leave the sack
Let get back to the rap I don't
The cap
They throwing shade but I get it a lot
Jamaica the spot
Montego the spot
I foregin my drop
When I walk in the lot
My pockets fat
Call em them the clumps
Ain't no funny dread I'm just wrapping my pump
You pumping your Reebok's
Get hit with this drum
I do this for fun
Lil B*tch is you dumb
Ain't talking Young Thugger but I'm on the run
They think ima piston I move with the drum
Hold up Hold Up
I'm in the trap I'm just mixing the pot
They throwing shade but I get it a lot
Jamaica the spot
Montego the spot
I foreign my drop
When I walk in the lot
Your pockets skinny
I call em norbit
Drippiest n*gga you seen in the orbit
I told her come fuck with me
I think she all for it
But shit ain't that it seem
I'm tryna f*ck her and f*ck up her spleen
She tryna get married in a week
She see I got this drip from overseas
But she a project b*tch I don't need
She wanna leave her boyfriend
She think he annoying
He wanna go to neimans
But he can't afford it
He took a trip to two-fifth
That boy got no drip
I just copped eight lines for the low
I just might pour up and sip four
I just kicked a bad b*tch out the door
I'm still f*ck*ng bad b*tches I don't know
I'm off hard drugs
I just put codeine in my beverage
I just f*cked up I just wrecked the porches nine-eleven
But it don't even matter
Cus told the judge I learned my lesson
My b*tch got the bail
Babe where you at
I walk in the bank and leave the sack
Let get back to the rap I don't
The cap
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Writer(s): Kudachi Mitchell
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