Ja Morant (feat. Young Crazy)
I see you lookin'
With ya lookin ass
You losin bad
Worried bout the next man while I do the dash
I'm movin fast
Super light on my feet
Like saucony jazz
Maneuver pass
Backpack always on deck
We don't do the bags
We in the building tryna function
Go to work but we don't punch in
She a Goddess but get disgustin'
Normal shit I ain't stuntin (Regular)
I'm in the game
I ain't subbin' (Jenks Here)
Don't even ask
Cause I ain't see nothin, nope!
Get ya mind right
Run it up cause the time right
I shine bright
Look at me
A nigga made for the limelight
If I don't make it happen the first time
Then ima try twice
I'm nice, five mics
Emirates, we the fly type (It's Jenks Baby)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Yah! Yah!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Whoa!)
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent (Yah!)
Big bands in my pants
It's gon' make her dance
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Ja Morant!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Yah! Yah!)
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent (Crazo Damn!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Been ballin on these niggas
I'm just gettin started
Them people screaming Crazo Damn
When I hit Neiman Marcus
I got my key
I got my glock
My paper route in Memphis
The way I'm tippin all them strippers
Thought I was a Grizzly
You already know how I pipe up
Get wit' shorty
Fuck her whole damn life up
Plenty niggas die for what they type up
Selling grams on the gram, swipe up (Swipe up!)
The way niggas come thru iced up (Iced up!)
The plug stay tryna raise the price up
Raise the price up
That nigga drunk, Holmes!
Go head throw me the alley
He dunked on
Let's ball out
We going all out
Got ya bitch at her job tryna call out
Think I love these bitches
Boy, that came out of y'all mouth
She ain't come with me
We was at y'all house
Aye why these niggas even going hard
Put em in the air to show they fraud
He ain't want sixteen, he wanted twelve
I still dish out the pack like a point guard
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent
Big bands in my pants
It's gon' make her dance
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Yah, Aye, Look
It's Jenks, baby!
With ya lookin ass
You losin bad
Worried bout the next man while I do the dash
I'm movin fast
Super light on my feet
Like saucony jazz
Maneuver pass
Backpack always on deck
We don't do the bags
We in the building tryna function
Go to work but we don't punch in
She a Goddess but get disgustin'
Normal shit I ain't stuntin (Regular)
I'm in the game
I ain't subbin' (Jenks Here)
Don't even ask
Cause I ain't see nothin, nope!
Get ya mind right
Run it up cause the time right
I shine bright
Look at me
A nigga made for the limelight
If I don't make it happen the first time
Then ima try twice
I'm nice, five mics
Emirates, we the fly type (It's Jenks Baby)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Yah! Yah!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Whoa!)
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent (Yah!)
Big bands in my pants
It's gon' make her dance
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Ja Morant!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant (Yah! Yah!)
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent (Crazo Damn!)
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Been ballin on these niggas
I'm just gettin started
Them people screaming Crazo Damn
When I hit Neiman Marcus
I got my key
I got my glock
My paper route in Memphis
The way I'm tippin all them strippers
Thought I was a Grizzly
You already know how I pipe up
Get wit' shorty
Fuck her whole damn life up
Plenty niggas die for what they type up
Selling grams on the gram, swipe up (Swipe up!)
The way niggas come thru iced up (Iced up!)
The plug stay tryna raise the price up
Raise the price up
That nigga drunk, Holmes!
Go head throw me the alley
He dunked on
Let's ball out
We going all out
Got ya bitch at her job tryna call out
Think I love these bitches
Boy, that came out of y'all mouth
She ain't come with me
We was at y'all house
Aye why these niggas even going hard
Put em in the air to show they fraud
He ain't want sixteen, he wanted twelve
I still dish out the pack like a point guard
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent
Big bands in my pants
It's gon' make her dance
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Ballin on these niggas like I'm Ja Morant
Yah, Aye, Look
It's Jenks, baby!
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jenkins Ii
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