[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
Officer I have a problem here
I've named this one "jpeg"
(It's a my [?])
You are watching a master at work
14 karat, 18 karat, gold
You think you know me

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Ooh, ooh, old designer on my right wrist (Jpeg)
I can take it like a cyclist, white bitch
I been rolling on the right trip, oowee
You ain't even like this, oowee (Superb)
Working around the temples with my right wrist
N***a you ain't never been on my shit
Fuck around and get her play with my set
That's on my set, I ain't got no set, nah
I just got respect, I got a check, yeah
And your girl want me, I know she want: head
I don't eat no pussy, sike I lied, yeah
I be dying just like Pac-Man (It cuts)
Eat the dots up, Batman, that man
Carry .22s gat-man, shotgun
Like a hit, bitch I'm that man, black man (Fight!)
At your door with the sack, man, wow, yeah
I am black like Colin Powell, yeah
I got all this money, power, yeah
So you know these n***as sour, yeah
I like to blow on the ketamine
My bitch she look like a samurai (Danger)
Shredder run right on my bitch (Bitch!)
I got your ho on my dick
She be all on the tip
I be riding with the stick, ooh
And your girl ride stick, ooh
She control that shit, yeah
Oowee, oowee, I'm on a terror
Oowee, Peggy Peggy you won't dare, yeah
Come around we bet you're scared, yeah, yeah
(Laughing all the way to the bank)
[Verse 2: Arno Faraji]
Bitch I'm the shit, bitch I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real, that's the plan
Fuck you sayin', I'm saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek, n***as'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
Fuck a shooter bitch 'cause I don't want my n***as catchin' case
FUCK! (You ain't know)
That's why you cannot relate
I might fuck her and [?] while you boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pussy, then slipped in my Vans
I get cash, fuck a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' Buddha, fuckin' cougar
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands
Rolling leafs by the gram
Taking big steps
I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl
Loose lips ain't shit (Fuck!)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip (bitch)

[Outro]
New York's down South supplier
We got it for cheap
One thousand grams uncut to the- gut
Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?
I'm telling on you!