Swamp Meet's The J

Sosa, haha, bitch, dirty money boyz!, yeah bitch

I got them invisible scars, growing up I had to rob just to get on top and try to make it out the block

Sosa aiming at your neck, bitch you got knocked out, I was riding with my pipe out just to catch a opp

Fuck doing that backdoor shit, we on that run down

Love the way the choppa get the ringing that's that gun sound

Bowls steady going through the mitten, we don't need no kitchen

Water whipping, finger itching dirty steamy, hold a clippy

Bust a iffy, catch a iffy, riding down alpine

Granny said i'm a badass, lil' jit granny I play with sticks

Hell cats and scat packs, that's what the cops chase