New wave - Ca$per Remix
Aye Aye Jutty Jut YMR The new way wave
Posted up got my style getting paid
Everybody out here know they get slayed
Pop out Yuh you know I got the Glock
Had the fucking work had to put it in my sock
Jutty Jut You know my name you know I'm a boss
Fuck with me nigga you gone take a fucking loss
I got to get a win I ain't start no trends
All yo bitches out here they tryna fucking vent
But I'm with my fucking niggas
Stacking to the fucking ceiling
I'm out here drug dealing
Nigga can you hear the feeling
Balling like a villain they call me a criminal
In these fucking streets I be so subliminal
Hit you with the suppressed
Nigga leave you fucking teched
Pull up black yea I call that the fucking mask
Hold up Yes I got to do the fucking dab
And I fucking go cause I'm in the trap
Yes I never fucking slack
YMR is where I am At
I just keep on fucking going yea I smoke all the gas
Nigga wanna fucking talk you get licked for your pack
Jutty Jut Yea Got to Get the fucking cash aye
I ain't ever fucking sad
I just got to get a bag
I'm about to lose my dad
I don't really care it's sad
I just keep on going niggas ain't want that tragic
I just got to go fast nigga want that static
And I'm passing back nigga you could fucking have it
Causing havoc in this fucking traffic
Fuck a automatic Ballistic Sticking to the mission never get it twisted
Thank god I'm blessed so I'm forgiving
All these niggas out here really think they sinners
I'm just on the streets cluttered up no I'm tripping
Yea I'm tripping lil bitch over here we can get litty
Come over here ima stack you to the ceiling
All my niggas they my goons
Popping out yes you know we got a tool
All my niggas out here we gone rule
We kings put you to fucking doom
Aye and I ride the way
Little nigga over here you could die today
Bad bitch and you know she snorting lines
Shoutout Jutty Jut that boy be my slime
I got all this ice I got all this ice
They don't want no smoke
They just wanna talk but they only wanna type
They wanna talk the talk that bitch she stupid she off the walls
Ima pull up with choppers If you want shots I'm sending them all
Posted up got my style getting paid
Everybody out here know they get slayed
Pop out Yuh you know I got the Glock
Had the fucking work had to put it in my sock
Jutty Jut You know my name you know I'm a boss
Fuck with me nigga you gone take a fucking loss
I got to get a win I ain't start no trends
All yo bitches out here they tryna fucking vent
But I'm with my fucking niggas
Stacking to the fucking ceiling
I'm out here drug dealing
Nigga can you hear the feeling
Balling like a villain they call me a criminal
In these fucking streets I be so subliminal
Hit you with the suppressed
Nigga leave you fucking teched
Pull up black yea I call that the fucking mask
Hold up Yes I got to do the fucking dab
And I fucking go cause I'm in the trap
Yes I never fucking slack
YMR is where I am At
I just keep on fucking going yea I smoke all the gas
Nigga wanna fucking talk you get licked for your pack
Jutty Jut Yea Got to Get the fucking cash aye
I ain't ever fucking sad
I just got to get a bag
I'm about to lose my dad
I don't really care it's sad
I just keep on going niggas ain't want that tragic
I just got to go fast nigga want that static
And I'm passing back nigga you could fucking have it
Causing havoc in this fucking traffic
Fuck a automatic Ballistic Sticking to the mission never get it twisted
Thank god I'm blessed so I'm forgiving
All these niggas out here really think they sinners
I'm just on the streets cluttered up no I'm tripping
Yea I'm tripping lil bitch over here we can get litty
Come over here ima stack you to the ceiling
All my niggas they my goons
Popping out yes you know we got a tool
All my niggas out here we gone rule
We kings put you to fucking doom
Aye and I ride the way
Little nigga over here you could die today
Bad bitch and you know she snorting lines
Shoutout Jutty Jut that boy be my slime
I got all this ice I got all this ice
They don't want no smoke
They just wanna talk but they only wanna type
They wanna talk the talk that bitch she stupid she off the walls
Ima pull up with choppers If you want shots I'm sending them all
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Writer(s): Justin Ross
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