Jam (feat. Lil West)
Ooo
Ns gone turn into hoes
And bitches gone turn into bros
Ooo
Stay around that mf check
Cause I know these lil ns is Broke
Ooo
Jump out the whip if you see me
Lil na I never could fold
Fuck it I'm back on the road
Me and my bitch and my bro
But I rickey the feet cause I ball
No I don't shop at the mall
Why these lil ns be acting Like they from the streets but I Know that they soft
Dropin the top on the whip but It look like a mufucka peeling it Off
She wanna fuck cause I'm on
She see my name on the blogs
You know yo na is not rich
You see me droppin that hot shit
Lay on that dick like you just Went bought a new sofa from Johnny Janosik
The flick of the wrist is toxic
She need a ring like she boxing
You say you balling now
Well run up a check on a thot Bitch
Ooo
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
I ain't runnin from a opp
I just went bought me a body
It cost me a belt and a bus ticket
Oh you think that im scared of These old ns
What the fuck they gone do up a Musket
I tell em let's get it
I'm from the west of the vale
Yea the trenches
Sneakin on Twitter
You die by a mention
I'm from the land of the heat
Dressed in all black in
100 degrees
Thuggin for diamonds
I'm tryna cool off
Crazy like Brasi
Don't tell me cool off
Lick on the shaft
And don't forget the balls
Shawty she nasty
She swallowed it all
Owe me some money
Won't pick up the call
Look I'll set a fire In this bitch
And I mean it
Then rise from the ash
Like a Phoenix
Ooo
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
Ns gone turn into hoes
And bitches gone turn into bros
Ooo
Stay around that mf check
Cause I know these lil ns is Broke
Ooo
Jump out the whip if you see me
Lil na I never could fold
Fuck it I'm back on the road
Me and my bitch and my bro
But I rickey the feet cause I ball
No I don't shop at the mall
Why these lil ns be acting Like they from the streets but I Know that they soft
Dropin the top on the whip but It look like a mufucka peeling it Off
She wanna fuck cause I'm on
She see my name on the blogs
You know yo na is not rich
You see me droppin that hot shit
Lay on that dick like you just Went bought a new sofa from Johnny Janosik
The flick of the wrist is toxic
She need a ring like she boxing
You say you balling now
Well run up a check on a thot Bitch
Ooo
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
I ain't runnin from a opp
I just went bought me a body
It cost me a belt and a bus ticket
Oh you think that im scared of These old ns
What the fuck they gone do up a Musket
I tell em let's get it
I'm from the west of the vale
Yea the trenches
Sneakin on Twitter
You die by a mention
I'm from the land of the heat
Dressed in all black in
100 degrees
Thuggin for diamonds
I'm tryna cool off
Crazy like Brasi
Don't tell me cool off
Lick on the shaft
And don't forget the balls
Shawty she nasty
She swallowed it all
Owe me some money
Won't pick up the call
Look I'll set a fire In this bitch
And I mean it
Then rise from the ash
Like a Phoenix
Ooo
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
Tell me really
What's the deal
Tell me really
Is you real
Is you grippin
And uppin the steal
If they speak on yo family ill
I'm fuego and sayin you not
Tell me really
Where it stop
Trust me if I'm in a jam
I ain't runnin to the cops
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Writer(s): Davie Roland
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