Jwet N B
Waters
Let me talk to y'all
Jwet gon buzz, if you run ya mouth
Doin' a buck on the 287-South
Five hundred upfront for your bank account
I'm at your nearest gas station tryna bang 'em out
A lot of niggas satisfied with fame and clout
Even when they followed waves
I ain't change my style
Enter sixteen digits then I hit the pound
I was broke I had to miss out on Mr. Chows
If the pussy fire, I'd walk a thousand miles
Still drippin' sauce, like Thousand Islands
You never loaded up, down to your last dollar
Fuck all the town mix
They pussy feed em Meow mix
See my shopping cart in the aisle, walk around it
I'm out of town, but she want her pussy pounded
If you love it, don't announce it
I'm rockin' shit, I'm havin' trouble with prouncin'
I'm still checkin' ID's like a bouncer
Had to jam with the chip like salsa
Shit readin' like a visit to the eye doctor
Put a card in ya name, like Silkk The Shocker
Put on a show, punch tickets to the opera
Tappin' on Broadway like a musical
GC's make her do the unusual
Printers, laptops and headsets like a cubicle
Been a roadrunner like a Looney Tune
Played with the cards I was dealt like Yu-Gi-Oh
Been trappin' since bitches love Sosa
Glory Boys on the road, you wouldn't know nothin bout it
Piece got no limit, cause I'm bout it bout it
In the drop BOA, like Meg Thee Stallion
Speedin' off, like Valiant
Pieces shootin' like Italians
Gettin' to the green like scallions
How you let em take your ID, you're an amateur
I'm still readin' in the spot like an examiner
I really had 8 Crazy Nights like Adam Sandler
It ain't even that deep, call the manager
I got the best remixes since, Ante Up
Still smackin' out west, they not like us
Crank yankin' on the line, don't call my bluff
Don C to the back, put on that stuff
Jwet gon buzz, if you run ya mouth
Doin' a buck on the 287-South
Five hundred upfront for your bank account
I'm at your nearest gas station tryna bang 'em out
A lot of niggas satisfied with fame and clout
Even when they followed waves
I ain't change my style
Enter sixteen digits then I hit the pound
I was broke I had to miss out on Mr. Chows
Let me talk to y'all
Jwet gon buzz, if you run ya mouth
Doin' a buck on the 287-South
Five hundred upfront for your bank account
I'm at your nearest gas station tryna bang 'em out
A lot of niggas satisfied with fame and clout
Even when they followed waves
I ain't change my style
Enter sixteen digits then I hit the pound
I was broke I had to miss out on Mr. Chows
If the pussy fire, I'd walk a thousand miles
Still drippin' sauce, like Thousand Islands
You never loaded up, down to your last dollar
Fuck all the town mix
They pussy feed em Meow mix
See my shopping cart in the aisle, walk around it
I'm out of town, but she want her pussy pounded
If you love it, don't announce it
I'm rockin' shit, I'm havin' trouble with prouncin'
I'm still checkin' ID's like a bouncer
Had to jam with the chip like salsa
Shit readin' like a visit to the eye doctor
Put a card in ya name, like Silkk The Shocker
Put on a show, punch tickets to the opera
Tappin' on Broadway like a musical
GC's make her do the unusual
Printers, laptops and headsets like a cubicle
Been a roadrunner like a Looney Tune
Played with the cards I was dealt like Yu-Gi-Oh
Been trappin' since bitches love Sosa
Glory Boys on the road, you wouldn't know nothin bout it
Piece got no limit, cause I'm bout it bout it
In the drop BOA, like Meg Thee Stallion
Speedin' off, like Valiant
Pieces shootin' like Italians
Gettin' to the green like scallions
How you let em take your ID, you're an amateur
I'm still readin' in the spot like an examiner
I really had 8 Crazy Nights like Adam Sandler
It ain't even that deep, call the manager
I got the best remixes since, Ante Up
Still smackin' out west, they not like us
Crank yankin' on the line, don't call my bluff
Don C to the back, put on that stuff
Jwet gon buzz, if you run ya mouth
Doin' a buck on the 287-South
Five hundred upfront for your bank account
I'm at your nearest gas station tryna bang 'em out
A lot of niggas satisfied with fame and clout
Even when they followed waves
I ain't change my style
Enter sixteen digits then I hit the pound
I was broke I had to miss out on Mr. Chows
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Writer(s): Ronald Jean
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