JellyTron Lyrics

Shit got me feeling like jellyfish jam

Jugging plays out the air call me mmm (Nos!)

Jugg plays out the air call me jerry rice

Off white tag on body you can check the price

House be freezing like shit when I wear the ice

Label check be to big had to check it twice

You gon touch OK goofy goober

Mix him in with wheat call me beer brewer

Box him into a pack like a house mover

Run him down with the gang like old sooner

Twin glocks on my hip when I go and slide

Bitch stay kicking and screaming when I'm deep inside

Custom drip with the whip come and a take ride

Learned my game from the book Ned's survival guide

Boss shit fucking niggas up like Al Capone

Broke boy fucking up AXE like it's cologne

You gon D-I-E if you near my throne

He a rockstar and white call him Post Malone

N-O-S on my bitch when I go and fuck her

Hear yo wack ass lil tape got me oh brother

Beg and plead for some pussy you a bugger

Bake his mans in the loaf not talking wonder

Call me big Nos

Hold that that stick but he white call that lacrosse

Block that boy in play like I'm Tsimikas

Ol boy pooping up pills man he real lost

Boi I'm built different

Double shot of ciroc with some ice in it

Hit up Terrell the J for my ice pendant

Say we pulled off jugg but you defendant

15 mil just sign like I'm Manchester

Got her munching my nuts like a damn hamster

Whack niggas the fuck off like a damn hammer

Y'all be smoking to much y'all gon get cancer

Luc records the fam I ain't gon switch

Big blue diamond my neck like they name stitch

We hit licks and you freeze bitch you a snitch

Here a whack ass boi rap it make me itch

Spell my name in all caps like MF DOOM

Snatch my chain and you run I'll see you soon

Run straight down the feild like i'm mike Boone

Sing on old school samples I'm Larry June

Evil smile my shirt and it's spitfire

I be all on her browser no foxfire

Lame niggas still rapping y'all go retire

Keep on saying my name like that show wire

My heart be to hallow but it's still chrome

15 spot in the trap call that my home

Slide yo block and you stiff call you a nome

Gucci one of one hoodie I got it from Rome

Pull up twenty-one salute no military

In the yezzy kit no you not scamming fairly

Forty-fives in up my hand baby think I'm scary

Bop the dick and I told her its a little hairy