مقدمه

Ayy, ah, yeah

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, hol' up, yeah

JayO

Hol' up (Yeah)

All that fake ass clique reppin', get to steppin'

We reckless, when we in the club, shit get hectic

My section, love toting Glocks,

Smith and Wesson

They call me JayO Sama cause' I got weapons

Banded up, my team on like we hit the lotto

I'm dreaded up, smoking on Jamaican like

Movado

I'm strapped up sliding in the splat like

Grand Theft Auto

Desperado

, hit you niggas with the semi-auto

I ain't sleepin' but this codeine got me leaning

I thank God for oxygen but gas what I'm breathing

I know niggas who kill for no reason

Nigga's top get peeled then we leave him

Free my niggas up the road or locked up in the county

Y'all doubtin' me, that's why I keep you fuck niggas from 'round me

Was wildin', seen my mugshot so they doubted me

Demons in my head, I gotta get them out of me

Hol' up, you ain't from where I'm from if you don't know us

I'm Zoe'd up, pull up on you then them windows roll up

Ain't rolling with them "Zoejas" then you get rolled over

Fuck a nigga and a pussy thot, we show no love

Walked in her room and asked her, "What we 'bout to get into?"

She said, "You a fool, JayO, I ain't 'bout to play with you"

She gave me rules and regulations but I break the rules

I gotta get this cake, I ain't got time to cake wit' you

Niggas holding grudges 'cause I flipped they ho in middle school

Keep that bitch, told her the truth, like girl your pussy pitiful

You wanna beef, nigga I'm down, oh yeah, lil' JayO keep a tool

Ain't my fault yo' lil' bitch get loose 'cause she heard JayO got the juice[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh

Hol' up, yeah, ooh, ooh

Yeah, JayO

Said Osama bring the drama to you, I ain't no ho

JayO