"Ja Morant" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
I be smokin' this shit to the face (Gelatoo)
Already know what I'ma do today
Nigga gon' roll up the za, then get geeked
You better not try to pop shit online, you get beat
Hella chains on, turn up the street
I don't gotta get a feat from these industry-ass rappers
You got the sack, so your track get tackled
I practice with my blick, this an example
Lil' bro think he real, really be cappin'
Nigga hatin', want me splat, I ain't lackin'
Get up off the drank, playin' with these backend
Truck look like a tank, this be lil' armor
Shoot my shot, DM Keke Palmer
Swiss cheese your whole gang, your army
All these fuckin' plays come in, that's money
Trap jumpin' like Ja
Switch your brains up, I don't know what I bought
Dump my gun, boy, you know I get off
He a scammer, take his phone, send the sauce
Take the drugs, I went down, I went south
Follow my whip, I'm switchin' the route
Get active now, give a damn what you saw
I ain't mix the lines, I'm takin' it raw
Hittin' this bitch in traffic, I'm breakin' the law
Ice on my neck, this shit some free
Blicks in my hood, we playin' RP
All these niggas' hoes goin', I know it
Shit I just put on my blunt, shit blowin'
Dripped out, take a drip pic
Combinin' my drip, need a fit check
Geeked up, my mind tellin' me to wreck
Ain't wanna fuck the ho, I just want the neck, neck
I got one foot on the trench, I got one foot on your neck
I be smokin' this shit to the face (Gelatoo)
Already know what I'ma do today
Nigga gon' roll up the za, then get geeked
You better not try to pop shit online, you get beat
Hella chains on, turn up the street
I don't gotta get a feat from these industry-ass rappers
You got the sack, so your track get tackled
I practice with my blick, this an example
Lil' bro think he real, really be cappin'
Nigga hatin', want me splat, I ain't lackin'
Get up off the drank, playin' with these backend
Truck look like a tank, this be lil' armor
Shoot my shot, DM Keke Palmer
Swiss cheese your whole gang, your army
All these fuckin' plays come in, that's money
Trap jumpin' like Ja
Switch your brains up, I don't know what I bought
Dump my gun, boy, you know I get off
I be smokin' this shit to the face (Gelatoo)
Already know what I'ma do today
Nigga gon' roll up the za, then get geeked
You better not try to pop shit online, you get beat
Hella chains on, turn up the street
I don't gotta get a feat from these industry-ass rappers
You got the sack, so your track get tackled
I practice with my blick, this an example
Lil' bro think he real, really be cappin'
Nigga hatin', want me splat, I ain't lackin'
Get up off the drank, playin' with these backend
Truck look like a tank, this be lil' armor
Shoot my shot, DM Keke Palmer
Swiss cheese your whole gang, your army
All these fuckin' plays come in, that's money
Trap jumpin' like Ja
Switch your brains up, I don't know what I bought
Dump my gun, boy, you know I get off
He a scammer, take his phone, send the sauce
Take the drugs, I went down, I went south
Follow my whip, I'm switchin' the route
Get active now, give a damn what you saw
I ain't mix the lines, I'm takin' it raw
Hittin' this bitch in traffic, I'm breakin' the law
Ice on my neck, this shit some free
Blicks in my hood, we playin' RP
All these niggas' hoes goin', I know it
Shit I just put on my blunt, shit blowin'
Dripped out, take a drip pic
Combinin' my drip, need a fit check
Geeked up, my mind tellin' me to wreck
Ain't wanna fuck the ho, I just want the neck, neck
I got one foot on the trench, I got one foot on your neck
I be smokin' this shit to the face (Gelatoo)
Already know what I'ma do today
Nigga gon' roll up the za, then get geeked
You better not try to pop shit online, you get beat
Hella chains on, turn up the street
I don't gotta get a feat from these industry-ass rappers
You got the sack, so your track get tackled
I practice with my blick, this an example
Lil' bro think he real, really be cappin'
Nigga hatin', want me splat, I ain't lackin'
Get up off the drank, playin' with these backend
Truck look like a tank, this be lil' armor
Shoot my shot, DM Keke Palmer
Swiss cheese your whole gang, your army
All these fuckin' plays come in, that's money
Trap jumpin' like Ja
Switch your brains up, I don't know what I bought
Dump my gun, boy, you know I get off
Writer(s): Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton, Titiano Tuzze
