"JAYHOT TIMIN'" lyrics
"JAYHOT TIMIN'"
Long live Jayhot, nigga
Ayy, I might go get a chain stamped
I might go get an ice tag key stamped with your name on it, a keypad stamped with your name (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
(I might go get a window [?] with your name on it, blrrrd) Big Blrrrd
I might get a chain made, stamp your name on a keypad (A keypad)
Clutchin' this ARP and I'm stompin' SRT gas (Hm, skrrt)
Fast cars and fast guns (Fast), shit, everything I see fast (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
I might pop outside (Pop out), [?] fuck around, make the seat glass (Seat glass)
.223 flyin' past your head, I bet that make your feet fast (Your feet fast)
Two hunnid thousand 'round my neck (Two hunnid), but hair look like a [?]
At this point, you niggas ain't dick ridin', you niggas eat ass (You niggas ridiculous)
You hop in my front seat, stay on the mirror, let you sit back (Ayy, on that car)
Hop out, catch him, stretch (Hop out), Fox 5, confirm that (Fox 5)
Dependin' on how I dress (What?), Glock 30 or 30X (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Cup muddy, 30 the GOAT (Muddy), I'm on a yacht with your ho (Your ho)
My nigga know his mama on that dope, but he got bricks of coke (That shit sad)
He gotta take care of his folks (They all bad), but his folks buyin' the dope
How I'ma tell him stop? Seventy-two hours, down to hunnid 'bows (How?)
This shit just a sad case (Sad), my nigga in a bad space (Bad space)
I'm just pour him up some lean (Wock') and hope he beat his last case (Last case)
I know niggas had K's, tricked that off on hoes, got a body with a bad face (Fool)
I just picked up 30K, had a show with a Jag' play (On God)
She knew I was different, I picked her up and went drag racin' (Let's go)
Told her do my favorite, then she eat dick while her ass shakin' (Clap, clap)
Imagine that, baby, imagine me thumbin' through hunnids, wash my swag, baby (Imagine)
Imagine me smashin' you front or back on jets, baby (Ayy, just imagine)
Or missionary in a Maybach, rich sex, baby (Rich sex)
I might get a chain made, stamp your name on a keypad (A keypad)
Clutchin' this ARP and I'm stompin' SRT gas (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Fast cars and fast guns, shit, everything I see fast (I see fast)
I might pop outside, [?] fuck around, make the seat glass (Seat glass)
.223 flyin' past your head, I bet that make your feet fast (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Two hunnid thousand 'round my neck, but hair look like a [?]
At this point, you niggas ain't dick ridin', you niggas eat ass (You niggas ridiculous)
You hop in my front seat, stay on the mirror, let you sit back (Ayy, on that car)
Friday serve to Sunday, pussy, I profited a ninety ball (Ninety)
And that's just on the backend, it's one-eighty if I count it all (That's two hunnid)
Draco made him fall (Fall), stand over him, wanna see it all (See it all)
Strip him to his drawers (Give it up), that's a robbery, no homo, pause (Give it up)
Never on no gay shit (No)
I just see a nigga with more than me, I'ma take it (Give me that)
Thought I was a rapper 'til he saw me lettin' that Drac' kick
This an M Series Bimmer (Hm) with blue brake pads, more gray [?]
Smack a ski, knock his gray [?] (Do it)
I might get a chain made, stamp your name on a keypad (A keypad)
Clutchin' this ARP and I'm stompin' SRT gas (Hm, skrrt)
Fast cars and fast guns (Fast), shit, everything I see fast (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
I might pop outside (Pop out), [?] fuck around, make the seat glass (Seat glass)
.223 flyin' past your head, I bet that make your feet fast (Your feet fast)
Two hunnid thousand 'round my neck (Two hunnid), but hair look like a [?]
At this point, you niggas ain't dick ridin', you niggas eat ass (You niggas ridiculous)
You hop in my front seat, stay on the mirror, let you sit back (Ayy, on that car)
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album:
"Still King" (2024)
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