“ All that fake ass clique, Get to steppin’
We reckless, When we in the club shit get hectic
My section love toatin Glocks Smith&Wessons
They call me Jay Osama cuz I got weapons
Banded up I’m dreaded up
Smoking on Jamaican like Movoto
I’m strapped up sliding in a splat like Grand Theft Auto
Desperado hit you n***as with the semi auto
I ain’t sleeping but this codeine got me leaning
I thank god for oxygen but gas what I’m breathing
I know n***as who kill for no reason
N***a top get peeled then we leave him
Free my n***as up the road
Or locked up in the county
Y’all down me
That’s why I keep you fuck n***as from round me
Was wildin’, seen my mugshots so they doubted me
Demons in my head I got to get em out of me
Hold 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 Zoeja’s
Then u get rolled over
Fuck a n***a 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 wit you”
She gave me rules and regulations but I break the rules
I gotta get this cake I ain’t got time to play with you
N***as holding grudges cuz I flipped they hoe in middle school
Keep that bitch told her the truth like girl yo pussy pitiful
You wanna beef n***a I’m down you know Lil Jayo keep a tool
Ain’t my fault yo lil bitch get loose cuz she heard Jayo got the juice “