Jay Trench
Phew
Mmm, mmm
Outtamyealement
Feeling like Jay Trench
Like ay
Yo
Yo
Made this beat looking like Jay Trench
Chilling outside with my stoner G's
With a J, looking like Jay Trench
Can't fuck with me
Like my beats man I'm way too clear
Looking like Jay Trench
In the gym, in the stu'
With a black USB, black tee
Looking like Jay Trench, hench
Light skin ting, in my ear, on my dick
Like huh, what you on?
Small fry niggas cant step to my chick
Call her up, get him gone
Ride with a number nine, make you go "Ah!"
Wearing her kits, rocking all black
Back so big, can't help but look back
Applying that pressure, hope you don't crack
Start rapping this shit in the booth
By the end might land on Jupiter, huh
What you done did we did many moons ago
Can't step to us, huh
Can't be a lame no way
Staying lowkey gotta get to my cake
Staying lowkey gotta stack this bread
Till I make more hits than Classius Clay lil' bitch
Made this beat looking like Jay Trench
Chilling outside with my stoner G's
With a J, looking like Jay Trench
Can't fuck with me
Like my beats man I'm way too clear
Looking like Jay Trench
In the gym, in the stu'
With a black USB, black tee
Looking like Jay Trench, hench
Yeah, I'm a Star boy, call me Bukayo, huh
I was left back then
Now I'm doing all right with the first team
Doing up trials, huh
Rolling with a couple engineers
That'll give you that tech
Gon' change your BIOS, huh
Can't even chat to these HTML niggas on the net
Better change their styles
No smiles, huh, huh
Don't shot guns, who you really kidding?
Yeah
Don't talk about guns
Cant name one brother that's really missing, uh
Look Imma say it again and again
Ain't gonna stop rapping till I really did it, uh
Yeah, till the ceiling missing, uh
Riding round town making heavy digits, uh
This something light, watch how I really kill it, uh
Turn Liu Kang, might kick out your chest
Might pull out the mic
Might kill em' with the MIDIs
Might pull out the Ghost
Might take em' off the map, still
Never one to fight
Bring out the FIFA points
Put him in a pack
Watch how I adapt
Soon kill him with a stack
Might turn D Double
Go B-B-B-B-Bap
Go hit him with a slap
Go Z-Z-Z-Z-Zap
Huh
Mmm, mmm
Outtamyealement
Feeling like Jay Trench
Like ay
Yo
Yo
Made this beat looking like Jay Trench
Chilling outside with my stoner G's
With a J, looking like Jay Trench
Can't fuck with me
Like my beats man I'm way too clear
Looking like Jay Trench
In the gym, in the stu'
With a black USB, black tee
Looking like Jay Trench, hench
Light skin ting, in my ear, on my dick
Like huh, what you on?
Small fry niggas cant step to my chick
Call her up, get him gone
Ride with a number nine, make you go "Ah!"
Wearing her kits, rocking all black
Back so big, can't help but look back
Applying that pressure, hope you don't crack
Start rapping this shit in the booth
By the end might land on Jupiter, huh
What you done did we did many moons ago
Can't step to us, huh
Can't be a lame no way
Staying lowkey gotta get to my cake
Staying lowkey gotta stack this bread
Till I make more hits than Classius Clay lil' bitch
Made this beat looking like Jay Trench
Chilling outside with my stoner G's
With a J, looking like Jay Trench
Can't fuck with me
Like my beats man I'm way too clear
Looking like Jay Trench
In the gym, in the stu'
With a black USB, black tee
Looking like Jay Trench, hench
Yeah, I'm a Star boy, call me Bukayo, huh
I was left back then
Now I'm doing all right with the first team
Doing up trials, huh
Rolling with a couple engineers
That'll give you that tech
Gon' change your BIOS, huh
Can't even chat to these HTML niggas on the net
Better change their styles
No smiles, huh, huh
Don't shot guns, who you really kidding?
Yeah
Don't talk about guns
Cant name one brother that's really missing, uh
Look Imma say it again and again
Ain't gonna stop rapping till I really did it, uh
Yeah, till the ceiling missing, uh
Riding round town making heavy digits, uh
This something light, watch how I really kill it, uh
Turn Liu Kang, might kick out your chest
Might pull out the mic
Might kill em' with the MIDIs
Might pull out the Ghost
Might take em' off the map, still
Never one to fight
Bring out the FIFA points
Put him in a pack
Watch how I adapt
Soon kill him with a stack
Might turn D Double
Go B-B-B-B-Bap
Go hit him with a slap
Go Z-Z-Z-Z-Zap
Huh
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Ansong
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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