Jottin

Got a pencil
Writin on the paper
Jottin down my rhymes
But bitch you are
Always are hater
But I got no time
For yo dumbass
So see ya later
Gotta get my grind
Gotta flex
Gotta get that bag
Stuntin on these bitches
There's a rag
Wipe yo fucking ass
You smell like them ditches
Race car drag
I'm on yo ass
Leave you in last
Got the drag
Got the whole snack
Hit em in the back
Of his head
What he finna do
Can he even shoot
Lock and Load
Man that boy a hoe
Shoot em at his shoes
Drop em both
Took all of his dough
Man we wipe his nose
That boy flew
Man he really knew
What we really bout
I shut the door
Come run up it's more
Shoot em at his dome
I'm in the zone
Come hand me my chrome
You already know
What this about
Better shut yo mouth
Before this head south
You finna drown
Boy you is a clown
And you is really proud
Of what you bout
Man i'm finna shout
Like i'm really loud
So watch yo mouth
Before I go insane
We are not the same
Grab da glock
Put it to his brain
Til he go insane
Man he shock
Cuz I got the aim
Like my name is James
And we rock
And we got all day
Jottin down some names hoe

Jottin down some names hoe

That boy a dummy
He think he is funny
But his nose is runny
So I wipe it
Shoot em in the tummy
Hunt em like a bunny
And I got
I grabbed all the money
And we all start gunning
And he running
I thought that was funny
So we all start dumpin
And I laughed
That bitch was so cap
So I hit the gas
And we gone
And she play my song
And she sing along
Man who knew
That she like my tunes
Man I had no clue
And we zoom
And we on the move
And we on the fumes
In da room
Man i'm Uncle Drew
She put on perfume
Man who dis
I just took yo bitch
She all on my drip
On my tip
Man I wanna flip
I ain't shoot no bricks
Neva miss
Always are the swish



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Writer(s): Aaron Salas
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