[Intro]
J Hus
Young Daily Rated
Hasta la baby
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Oh my
Yo, listen, look
Uh, listen, look

[Verse 1]
Bad B, I make her hold my beater
Body looking like a brick of cocaína
Yo, half white, half Jamaican
She phones my line whenever she spots a paigon
Ooh, she my ride or die
Her body make 'em say, "Oh my, oh my"
Yo, wrist looking all Michael Kors
Her body make a n***a take time and pause
Yo, in the party, lemme get down
Shit gets popping, all my n***as get down
Go round there, everybody get down
I never eat the pussy but them other n***as get down
What? Ayo my yute
You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot
No way, ayo my yute
You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot
Big fat tool everywhere I go
I'm a cool guy but they say I'm psycho
I'm in the Volkswagen banging out Jhené Aiko
They claim they're bad but they're telling lies though
Moving loose with the one pop
Like I'm on suttin'
If I miss the first time then I'ma gun buck him
Trust me, I ain't playing no games
Ask them boys I ain't saying no names
Don't at me on Twitter talking 'bout you don't like me
Beg you grow some balls and come find me
Ride outs
That's the shit you're not used to
Real bad boys never comment on YouTube
Rappers wanna warn me, they ain't got no fire
Face getting bait so I roll with the blow drier
You weren't there when I was having my hard days
Who banged shots in front of African Marj's?
Wait hold up
I swear that was Juju Jay?
I don't know, I can't lie fam, I couldn't say
But he's moist, "How'd you know?" I just heard
Why spread rumors? Come and buck me you nerd
Gun powder on my jacket I still wore it the next day
Vouch for myself, I give a fuck what the rest say
These n***as only trappers on a weekend
Hate me, I got your favorite rappers in my DMs
Paigons had me ducking the last time I left my pole at home
Now Twenty-Fours, I'm with my tool, I never roll alone
I got a thousand rivals
Still I couldn't fear none
Ride on me, I leave my shank in your ear drum
I rid a hundred times
I ain't caught nobody
That's why Juju Jay still ain't caught no bodies
Well, I can't lie, man will ball a couple nobody's
Them man are fuck boys, me, I'm one the top boys (Top boys)
All these n***as turn fake as the time goes by
All I need, all I need is my ride or die
We got a bond I never knew we had
She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag
Uh, she fell in love with the Hus
Uh, uh, I'm the one that she trusts
J Hus on the speakers any time that we touch base
Buss gun, buss juj, then we buss case
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Don't panic
Uh, uh
Don't panic
Ay, listen
Ay, part two, listen
Uh, yo, listen
[Verse 2]
Look, I can't lie I'm a sucker for a pretty face
Bad B, thick thighs and a mini waist
When she needs that loving
I can hear it from her tone
I call her my diamond
She's from Sierra Leone
They say I'm no good
I'ma prove you're friends wrong
Who would have thought you'd fall in love with an ex-con?
She never wanna know me when I was broke and poor
She's my home girl now but she want suttin' more
Them n***as watching me
Why they watching me?
Like my n***a won't use that beater
Your girl be watching me, she be watching me
And she be like, "Who's that geezer?"
I said this already
I don't really spit game
I tell her they call me J Hus, that's my nickname
She said, "Stop, you ain't gotta say this
I got all your songs on my playlist"
Hasta la baby
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