JAM Lyrics

Spooky ahh beat, I don't even know how this bitch finna go

Drop that bitch

Huh, huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Man, fuck all these ad-libs, let me just go straight in

Go

I don't build bridges, I burn 'em

Fucked a lesbian girl, said I turned her

I'll

Tweak bout my racks, boy, I'm determined

Don't stop believing in the Glock like I'm singing Journey

Shot a few shots, made them boys leave up on a gurney

I ain't worried bout no motherfucking charges

Got me a Jewish attorney

They tried to pull up late night and they met they death early

One of my opps like twenty-nine

His ass ain't living past thirty

Had a threesome with two opp bitches

They both taking they turnings

Can't give 'em no damn ring, but I'll put a chain on they neck if they worthy

Show me a rack, go pull out a band

My shooter at the ATM, ready rob you again

Trap baby, I was raised just beating a pan

I ain't seen them walls, I ain't been in the pen

But if I get locked up, then I'm locked in

Got gang members for protection

Fuck a new chain, I might buy me some land

I see a bitch to drop D on, Celine

The bitch that I'm with say she got a man

I don't give a fuck, she still dropping that neck

Hope it's your bitch that just got the train ran

Think that she loyal, you retarded, Rain Man

She hung up the FaceTime call, said"Yeah, that's him"

Tell her turn her phone off, I don't care bout nan

I don't care about shit

Ain't scared of nobody, I don't run from nothing

Don't run from nothing, not a track star

They scared of me cause I trapped hard

Made so much money, got a black card

Pulled up late night in a black car

I just got head from a black broad

I just got head from a what

Bang, bang

Feel like baby Chief Keef, yeah, I feel like lil' Sosa

Spaceship inside of my whip

I got me a lil' flying saucer

Used to serve gas, now I'm serving bullets

And pussy boy, I'm mobile

I thought the lil' bitch wanted some racks

Turns out she just wanted bofa

She wanna stay for the night

Told her that I ain't noble

She can act like she don't know my name

She know PG global

They know my name, all across the world, lil' bro

I might just fuck around, fuck around

With a British bitch, she call me her lil' bloke

But you know if you fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around, get smoked

Mm-hm

I gotta go