[Intro]
Ayy, ah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, hol' up, yeah
JayO
Hol' up (Yeah)

[Verse]
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 n***as 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 n***as who kill for no reason
N***a's top get peeled then we leave him
Free my n***as up the road or locked up in the county
Y'all doubtin' me, that's why I keep you fuck n***as 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 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 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
N***as 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, n***a 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