The JAM (feat. SeyiiRose)
Is it cause of my plans?
(Plans)
The Zaza enhance
And I'm good with my hands
(Hands)
So she let me advance
I can't see where you stand
(Stand)
I just see where you land
(Land)
On my grizzy Morant
(Rant)
She want drama she rant
(Rant)
I'm just focused on you
(You)
Like last chance yeah
(Like last chance yeah)
I pull up for the 2
Like last dance yeah
(MJ)
Think I just met her man
(Just met her man)
But he more like a fan
(More like a fan)
I do what I want
(Ooooo)
Then I do what you can't
(Do what you can't)
If I put it on wax
(Put it on wax)
That makes it facts yeah
(Makes it facts yeah)
She said her wig snatched
When she seen all the tracks, yeah
(Seen all the tracks)
I never lack
(I never lack)
Roses all on my back
(All on my back)
Some things don't add
But this is simple math
Let me get my TI-84
Cause shit ain't adding up
Ought to give you bitches Golden Globes
The way yall acting up
New girl look just like a toddler act
Cause that bitch bad as fuck
She back it up, while I stack it up
Got you boys mad as fuck
Price went up, my price just went up
But it ain't high enough
You want smoke? Oh, you want all the smoke?
Well bitch you high enough
Just light it up, go on pipe it up
Go on pipe it up
Light it up, go on pipe it up
Go on pipe it up
(South side)
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fuck
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
What the fuck is up?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me before I was the man
Now they fuckin with The JAM
Yeah, they fuckin' with The JAM
Like, oh God damn man whoa
Holy shit
What the fuck is this shit?
This shit's fucking lit
Now I'm looking fly
Court side with the fam
And they fucking with The JAM
Yeah, they fucking with The JAM
(Whoa, Oh)
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fucks happening?
Joh's on top that's no cappin'
I'm on my way up there's no slackin' whoa
Who said stop, bitch? Keep jammin'
Flow so dope got your knees dancing
Shakin you up like I'm Steve Francis
Whoa
Where the action at?
Someone gotta tell me where the action at
Need a bad girl stat, where the bad girls at?
That ass swing harder than a Bagwell bat, like, like
I'm on some ignorant shit, aye
No, I ain't worried bout shit
Pretty bitch told me to choke her, so I did
Now I got court on the fifth, like whoa
(Why so serious?)
Oh God damn, man, whoa
All these bitches talkin' crazy I swear I'm about to blow, yea
(Shit was consensual, man)
Is it cause of my plans?
(Plans)
The Zaza enhance
And I'm good with my hands
(Hands)
So she let me advance
I can't see where you stand
(Stand)
I just see where you land
(Land)
On my grizzy Morant
(Rant)
She want drama she rant
(Rant)
I'm just focused on you
(You)
Like last chance yeah
(Like last chance yeah)
I pull up for the 2
Like last dance yeah
(MJ)
Think I just met her man
(Just met her man)
But he more like a fan
(More like a fan)
I do what I want
(Ooooo)
Then I do what you can't
(Do what you can't)
If I put it on wax
(Put it on wax)
That makes it facts yeah
(Makes it facts yeah)
Some things don't add
But this is simple math
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fuck
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
What the fuck is up?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me before I was the man
Now they fuckin with The JAM
Yeah, they fuckin' with The JAM
Like, oh God damn man whoa
Holy shit
What the fuck is this shit?
This shit's fucking lit
Now I'm looking fly
Court side with the fam
And they fucking with The JAM
Yeah, they fucking with The JAM
(Plans)
The Zaza enhance
And I'm good with my hands
(Hands)
So she let me advance
I can't see where you stand
(Stand)
I just see where you land
(Land)
On my grizzy Morant
(Rant)
She want drama she rant
(Rant)
I'm just focused on you
(You)
Like last chance yeah
(Like last chance yeah)
I pull up for the 2
Like last dance yeah
(MJ)
Think I just met her man
(Just met her man)
But he more like a fan
(More like a fan)
I do what I want
(Ooooo)
Then I do what you can't
(Do what you can't)
If I put it on wax
(Put it on wax)
That makes it facts yeah
(Makes it facts yeah)
She said her wig snatched
When she seen all the tracks, yeah
(Seen all the tracks)
I never lack
(I never lack)
Roses all on my back
(All on my back)
Some things don't add
But this is simple math
Let me get my TI-84
Cause shit ain't adding up
Ought to give you bitches Golden Globes
The way yall acting up
New girl look just like a toddler act
Cause that bitch bad as fuck
She back it up, while I stack it up
Got you boys mad as fuck
Price went up, my price just went up
But it ain't high enough
You want smoke? Oh, you want all the smoke?
Well bitch you high enough
Just light it up, go on pipe it up
Go on pipe it up
Light it up, go on pipe it up
Go on pipe it up
(South side)
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fuck
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
What the fuck is up?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me before I was the man
Now they fuckin with The JAM
Yeah, they fuckin' with The JAM
Like, oh God damn man whoa
Holy shit
What the fuck is this shit?
This shit's fucking lit
Now I'm looking fly
Court side with the fam
And they fucking with The JAM
Yeah, they fucking with The JAM
(Whoa, Oh)
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fucks happening?
Joh's on top that's no cappin'
I'm on my way up there's no slackin' whoa
Who said stop, bitch? Keep jammin'
Flow so dope got your knees dancing
Shakin you up like I'm Steve Francis
Whoa
Where the action at?
Someone gotta tell me where the action at
Need a bad girl stat, where the bad girls at?
That ass swing harder than a Bagwell bat, like, like
I'm on some ignorant shit, aye
No, I ain't worried bout shit
Pretty bitch told me to choke her, so I did
Now I got court on the fifth, like whoa
(Why so serious?)
Oh God damn, man, whoa
All these bitches talkin' crazy I swear I'm about to blow, yea
(Shit was consensual, man)
Is it cause of my plans?
(Plans)
The Zaza enhance
And I'm good with my hands
(Hands)
So she let me advance
I can't see where you stand
(Stand)
I just see where you land
(Land)
On my grizzy Morant
(Rant)
She want drama she rant
(Rant)
I'm just focused on you
(You)
Like last chance yeah
(Like last chance yeah)
I pull up for the 2
Like last dance yeah
(MJ)
Think I just met her man
(Just met her man)
But he more like a fan
(More like a fan)
I do what I want
(Ooooo)
Then I do what you can't
(Do what you can't)
If I put it on wax
(Put it on wax)
That makes it facts yeah
(Makes it facts yeah)
Some things don't add
But this is simple math
Like, oh God damn man yo
What the fuck
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
What the fuck is up?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me before I was the man
Now they fuckin with The JAM
Yeah, they fuckin' with The JAM
Like, oh God damn man whoa
Holy shit
What the fuck is this shit?
This shit's fucking lit
Now I'm looking fly
Court side with the fam
And they fucking with The JAM
Yeah, they fucking with The JAM
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Writer(s): Joshua Mata
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