[Intro]
Jayy?...
Why do these n***as keep talking reckless like you not wit the shits????
You that n***a and I think you should remind them
I love you Jayy

[Chorus]
How you want that 1 on 1
How bout that 2 on 2
He said he want some smoke what you really finna do
And yo bitch, yea she a fan
She texting my phone like whats the mood
I got that blicky, its sticky like glue
Rocking designer,I swear that its new
I'm fucking his bitch and he don't have a clue
He said he want beef,imma stir like some stew
My nina go (ble, ble, ble) kaboom
He talking crazy when I step in the room
Thеse n***as dust he get swеpt like a broom
My nina an antman on top finna bloom
Stop all that talkin' of you not gon shoot
My n***as by us and they follow the rules
Chasin these bands, yea i'm chasin these blues
How you get bitches, but smokin' that juice
Give a fuck about talkin', give a fuck about school
Don't speak on my name unless all of it's true
These n***as scared and I swear that they fools, the fuck is you saying I don't have a clue
They talk about me, yea they talk about who
Its RJX you can't fuck wit the crew

[Verse]
I might hop on that jet to ride kiki
She tried to dub me but now wanna see me
Ice on my wrist she cause she loving my VVs
Hit the bitch from the back now she feeling sleepy
She sending blue hearts but her name is not kiki
Catch us a hoe cause these bitches to greedy
Can't fuck with n***as cause these n***as needy
I'm anti-social cause people to sneaky
He said he that n***a but can't get no hoes
It's RJX and we kicking yo doors
He said he bout it, my n***as on go
Never off drugs, but im stacking my dough
Sorry for that, but im gripping this pole
Knowing I said it you get it its cool
These n***as hating I already know
I'm at the top and I cannot go low
I am that n***a no average Joe
You not my n***a cause you is a fraud
Imma swerve in the coup, in the ufo
Imma swerve in the coup, in the ufo

[Chorus]
How you want that 1 on 1
How bout that 2 on 2
He said he want some smoke what you really finna do
And yo bitch, yea she a fan
She texting my phone like whats the mood
I got that blicky, its sticky like glue
Rocking designer,I swear that its new
I'm fucking his bitch and he don't have a clue
He said he want beef,imma stir like some stew
My nina go (ble, ble, ble) kaboom
He talking crazy when I step in the room
These n***as dust he get swept like a broom
My nina an antman on top finna bloom
Stop all that talkin' of you not gon shoot
My n***as by us and they follow the rules
Chasin these bands, yea i'm chasin these blues
How you get bitches, but smokin' that juice
Give a fuck about talkin', give a fuck about school
Don't speak on my name unless all of it's true
These n***as scared and I swear that they fools, the fuck is you saying I don't have a clue
They talk about me, yea they talk about who
Its RJX you can't fuck wit the crew