[Intro]
J,J Jalan
J, this shit too crazy

[Verse]
I heard you sippin' green you got the turtle all on your back
Just walked in markets and spent seven hundred on a hat (chrome hearts)
You walked to the store and spent four quarters on a black (poor)
My bitch want a new body spent seven thousand on her ass
I just killed a n***a and put his body in a plastic bag
My opp said he gon' kill me that shit made me laugh (ha ha ha)
My cousin keep asking for a handout that shit made me mad
Spent seven thousand on some lean but ima make it back
Bought my ex bitch a Rollie but ima take it back
I thought that n***a was smoking weed but he was smoking crack
I thought that lil' bitch was loyal but she was a rat
I heard that she fuck the tattoo man for a tat
And shе be in every n***a chargеr she a rat scat
I lost twenty k in the casino playing black jack
I think i got bad luck i just ran in to a black cat
Ain't no n***a gon' touch me and that's that
I put that on my momma
Real Obama Runtz i got that shit from Obama
Jut bought a Draco I got that bitch from Osama
I heard that you borrowed twenty dollars from yo momma (broke as hell)
But you ain't giver her her cash back (why not)
My card ain't working at the ATM I gotta' cash back
I heard that you bought a pair of Amiris with your last rack
Now you fucked up in the crib n***a's dumb for that
Stole twenty out your grandmas purse you a bum for that
Ran in to my opp and bumped him he better not bump me back
She was finna get in the front I said get in the back
This bitch thought I was gonna fuck I said give me some head
My lean man called he said you want wok or red
Shit i want both an ima pour up in a rock and rock
Your bitch just broke up with you now you boutta' cry
My bitch just caught me cheating now I'm boutta' lie
I heard that you ain't got a whip you gotta' take the bus
Caught one of my opps' lacking I'm finna take his buffs
My cousin got a SRT I'm finna take his truck
Kidnap that lil' n***a now I'm finna duct tape his mouth
And I gotta' route on the pills down south
N***as blowing my DM up ain't shit to talk about
Just ran in to a n***a that i scammed he wanna talk it out
I told that bitch I can't take you you gotta' walk it out
The lil' bitch said she outside I gotta' walk her in
They look off brand but these some Amiri jogging pants
With all these damn drums i should be in a band
It's hot as hell in the kitchen where the fan (I'm hot)