Jon Jones
[Intro]
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Ayy
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout 'bows? What you know 'bout Jon Jones?
You ain't never go and get no load, ain't talkin' 'bout washin' clothes
Ayy, n***a, what you know 'bout grams?
You ain't never had to cook no yams
You ain't never have a pretty bitch tell you to put her on film
N***a, you ain't pullin' up trim
She know I get fly, I'm the cleanup
I'll swing the stick like Jeter
You ain't have to slice no pizza
N***a actin' like he got a big charge, it was just a misdemeanor
N***a, you ain't fightin' no demons
You know your ho just cheatin'
[Verse]
N***a better get out his feelings, ayy, 'cause I'm in my bag
I been gettin' rack after rack, it's hard to make me mad
Miss Cook, the word, got me some money, I hate I skipped your class
You hear this song, just call my phone, I'll send you a stack
Get caught with dope and you right back, n***a, then you a—
I ain't gotta say it, n***a already know what it is, I'm speakin' facts
And if you waitin' for me to fall, you can sit back, relax
30 Glock, switch attached, turn that bitch to a MAC (Cryin')
Run it up to the max
Free the bros who sleepin' on the mats
Ayy, ain't gotta tell you, just know that I love you if you sittin' behind my back
And if you a fan watch how you run up 'cause I don't know how I react
And ain't nothin' free, but bitch, my plug be throwin' bricks like Shaq (Tellin' you)
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout 'bows? What you know 'bout Jon Jones?
You ain't never go and get no load, ain't talkin' 'bout washin' clothes
Ayy, n***a, what you know 'bout grams?
You ain't never had to cook no yams
You ain't never have a pretty bitch tell you to put her on film
N***a, you ain't pullin' up trim
She know I get fly, I'm the cleanup
I'll swing the stick like Jeter
You ain't have to slice no pizza
N***a actin' like he got a big charge, it was just a misdemeanor
N***a, you ain't fightin' no demons
You know your ho just cheatin'
[Outro]
Haha, n***a back like they fightin' demons
Man, n***a ain't fightin' no demons, man
Stop it, man
You know that good just sneakin' off on you, man
Better get out your feelings, man, get in your bag, man
Tryna tell you, crazy person
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Ayy
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout 'bows? What you know 'bout Jon Jones?
You ain't never go and get no load, ain't talkin' 'bout washin' clothes
Ayy, n***a, what you know 'bout grams?
You ain't never had to cook no yams
You ain't never have a pretty bitch tell you to put her on film
N***a, you ain't pullin' up trim
She know I get fly, I'm the cleanup
I'll swing the stick like Jeter
You ain't have to slice no pizza
N***a actin' like he got a big charge, it was just a misdemeanor
N***a, you ain't fightin' no demons
You know your ho just cheatin'
[Verse]
N***a better get out his feelings, ayy, 'cause I'm in my bag
I been gettin' rack after rack, it's hard to make me mad
Miss Cook, the word, got me some money, I hate I skipped your class
You hear this song, just call my phone, I'll send you a stack
Get caught with dope and you right back, n***a, then you a—
I ain't gotta say it, n***a already know what it is, I'm speakin' facts
And if you waitin' for me to fall, you can sit back, relax
30 Glock, switch attached, turn that bitch to a MAC (Cryin')
Run it up to the max
Free the bros who sleepin' on the mats
Ayy, ain't gotta tell you, just know that I love you if you sittin' behind my back
And if you a fan watch how you run up 'cause I don't know how I react
And ain't nothin' free, but bitch, my plug be throwin' bricks like Shaq (Tellin' you)
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout 'bows? What you know 'bout Jon Jones?
You ain't never go and get no load, ain't talkin' 'bout washin' clothes
Ayy, n***a, what you know 'bout grams?
You ain't never had to cook no yams
You ain't never have a pretty bitch tell you to put her on film
N***a, you ain't pullin' up trim
She know I get fly, I'm the cleanup
I'll swing the stick like Jeter
You ain't have to slice no pizza
N***a actin' like he got a big charge, it was just a misdemeanor
N***a, you ain't fightin' no demons
You know your ho just cheatin'
[Outro]
Haha, n***a back like they fightin' demons
Man, n***a ain't fightin' no demons, man
Stop it, man
You know that good just sneakin' off on you, man
Better get out your feelings, man, get in your bag, man
Tryna tell you, crazy person