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It's JaeEl, huh
I'm the one, I'm not the two
Don't like my money green, keep it blue
Said he comin' for my head, I'll be waitin' on the roof
Big ol' Uzi, I got aim, bet I'm shootin' out his tooth
She tried to put the blame on me, well, bitch, I'm puttin' it on you
Know I got problems, I'ma fix 'em, you like givin' out your cooch'
Thought a bitch's standards high when they got waffles colored blue
A bunch of bears up in the whip, they thought the car carried a zoo
Yeah, I'm shiesty as a bitch, but I don't think they call me Pooh
You can come but not alone, just have your friend pull up here too
You a triflin' lil' ho, but either way, I'm takin' two
They don't know about me yet, but they gon' know about me soon
Always tell 'em, "Call me J" when they be askin', "Who is you?"
You see, this shit too easy to me
I really like melodic, but that rappin' got me money
I think 'cause I made them songs when I was singin' about lovin'
They believe I'm not the type to blow a hole through someone's stomach
Don't want beef, but if it finds me, I ain't runnin'
And I got aim, bro, since a kid, been shootin' somethin'
You heard me punch, now this a story that I'm runnin'
Tell me how you want a song, turn on the beat and I'ma run it
They sleepin' on me, wait a sec' until it's Sunday
They been hatin' since the start, but I don't care, man, I said, "Fuck it"
Them hollow tips'll have his brain mushed like pumpkins
They think I'm done, pull out your bank, compare our numbers
I played the game, I'm gettin' paid talkin' 'bout gunnin'
And e'rybody playin' J, they should know I'm up-and-comin'
At first, was walkin', now I'm straight up fuckin' runnin'
Really do this rappin' shit, this gun suppressed just in case I gotta hunt him
I got 30 in the clip, but just takes one up out the drummin'
Don't wanna fuck you, I just kinda like to rub it
Lately, pockets eatin' good, I think that's why they gettin' chunky
Pizza Lunchable, the fuck I look like munchin' on a lunch thing?
Kinda how I like my bitch, I miss you, bae, I hope you love me
Could tell a story, but it's so much fun just punchin'
I knocked her down when she was married to her husband
I didn't mean it, I was drunk and he was hungry
I could be like dead asleep and I'ma still toss on a rubber
Shiesty on my head in purple jeans, the Glocky under
Text this bitch like, "Okay, see you later," then got hit with thunder
Last flow this song, I'ma end it out with this
E'ry song I make better than last, just don't be droppin' it
Waitin' for the take, gon' see a M, I don't break promises
I promise you I'm comin' for they ass, they plan on stoppin' it
I'ma switch my flow next song, Mentos on some Georgiana shit
Bitch, I just ran the beat, it's over now, but I ain't stoppin' yet
Fuck the guns, I'm down to fight whoever like a hockey vet
19 and 43 inside my jeans like it's my pocket lint
(And anyone who said that I can't rap said it anonymous)