Damn, Jay, you made this song too
Yeah
Bad bih, she oh my phone, she tryna settle
I push the gas, all the way down, gon' break the metal
These niggas tryna see me fall, shiii, I can't let em
He backdoor his own manz, he in the feds and he gon' tell em"He gon tell em"
Come on
Ah, Yeah, and he gon' snitch"He gon' snitch"
I got a 19X, it's hiding on my hip"I got a 19X, it's hiding on my hip"
This nigga said he had money, but this nigga broke his shit
This nigga not no real shooter, he be smokin' all them zits
Look, I got this girl all on my phone
Yeah, shawty only call me when she fienin' for the bone
And I ain't worried about nothin' run up on me Injury Prone
And I sent you in the air you started spinnin' like a drone
Niggas said that they clone me, no they didn't
And I been tryna find some hats, give me new fitteds
A lot of niggas said they gangster, they ain't with it
I put my dick all in her gut, and then she said, Jay, I can feel it
Come on, Yeah, Come On, Yeah, Come on, Yeah
I put my dick all in her gut, and then she said, Jay, I can feel it