Ambjaay - Jealous [Official Lyric Video]

Let the chop shoot ain't no back and forth

Man these niggas weak what they rapping for

Taking flicks of the drip froze my gallery

I ain't the reason why you broke why you mad at me

Jaay you hit my bitch stop asking me

I'm the band man bitch don't challenge me

I keep a golden ticket she not trapping me

A you say you getting me money don't cap to me

Hating on a nigga that's a red flag

Chopsticks shooting boy I hope your legs fast

I'm finna take another trip I got jet

lag

Jaay is the one i been said that

They say i only make party music

He just mad his bitch shaking ass to it

She treat the dick like a candle she blew it

They don't want to see me win yeah i knew it

I'll be mad to if I was losing

He don't like getting money i'm clueless

Steal a nigga life like a booster

Thank god for this life hallelujah

I'm finna show them how to do it

Hit my dance on a bitch go stupid

Big bands bitch you know I'm getting to it

If it's real tat my name on your

Coochie

Get doe get doe get doe I gotta get it

Chop stick make him bounce like some switches

Drop the lo ima spin like a fidget

Why you worrying bout me i don't get it

Talking shit on these beats i be tripping

Exotic clothes on my body I be dripping

I try to tell them i'm the one they ain't listen

Another hating ass nigga in my mentions

Ella Mae wit a bag i be boo'd up

Everything i do major bitch I'm to much

Don't give a fuck about fame can't give two fucks

Cap me wetty now I'm finna bust a few nuts

I'm the Don Dada I'm going Kanye crazy

Got a drop tolerance i stay in the latest

Mix match in all that you know i'm not basic

Got your bitch in the room finna strip no Las Vegas

He say his bitch bad but she ugly when she cute

Man these niggas trash it sounds better when is mute

Ten bands ain't nothing I spent that on shoes

Break her back send her back Amb you rude

What's up wit niggas thinking that i lost it

Put a hole in his head he a dolphin

I think it's time to put him in a coffin

That ain't za in yo wood you not coughing

They switch on me gotta shit on them respectfully

She got good head yeah that's her specialty

Hit her right from the back she hear the melody

You don't like getting money is what you telling me

I rather chase a bag these hoes not impressing me

If it ain't about a bag don't message me

He got four different circles he a Audi

I be dripping hard bitch you know my body

He a trick bitches dating niggas pockets

Mix match drip bitch I got options

All these niggas my kids i should adopt them

Now days yeah ain't nobody solid

Ain't nobody fucking wit me to be honest

Bad bitch give me head like a bonnet

Cute face long hair Pocahontas

Bitch chop throwing up bullets like it's vomit

Gang

I been told niggas ima cold individual

I been told niggas ima cold individual

I been told niggas ima cold individual

Gang

Aye it cost to live like this your year me