JB Wake Up
JB Wake Up
Ayy, shorty eat the meat, even though she said she vegan
Had to go and blow a band on the weekend
Always been the smartest, never been the type to weaken
Choppa, make his weekend, left a nigga leaking
Automatic with a drum, I swear I be geekin
For the most smoke, My detector started beeping
All black, fitted with a mask
I'm a demon, hiding my identity, hoping that I see him
Pull up at his front door, spitting out his faux faux
Left him on the floor, floor
All up on my door, door
Glock ain't out for show, though, but I'll up it for show
End it with a photo, stiller than a photo
How many pills did you take
I told him, I don't know, bro
I've been fucking on a bitch, you know I'm fucking mad hoes
Fucking bad hoes, they some dimes, they some tens
I know I won't fuck him, but I want him for the friend
Probably take a V-card, swipe it like a Visa
Shorty on my dick, yeah
She like, bitch, I need ya
I didn't see you walking, but I'm saying I don't see ya
I'm said he running the game, but I'm not Adidas
Japes and a bank star, I never had a feeler
Don't put up with hoes, I ain't never heard of Mila
But fear they go down, then they gon' hear the Nina
I can make it hot, like I gave the ass a fever
Whoa, nigga, keep on talking, I just fuck a diva
Really, off the gas
You know, check it when I see ya
Shorty got the gas, plenty hoes is trying to be her
I can't love a hoe, but a lady trying to reach her
Everything you fork, when I'm cheaffing on a reefer
I can't love a hoe, fuck a hoe, then gotta leave her
I got too much cash, you can see it in my bag
Yeah, nigga, get money, bitch, you know I'm getting racks
Racks large like the cars in my garage
Fuck your bitch, balling on the main levar
Run up on these niggas, hollow tips hitting from far
Nigga, keep on talking shit, pop off, boy, like Percocet
I ain't never have no questions, I just carry weapons
Gotta catch your weapon, uh-uh-uh
Got it in your direction, teach his ass a lesson
Ayy, flowing on these beats like I'm Dr. Dre
Pull up on a bitch and he tied the day
Hit a high, but I dug the jays
Everything I'm spending, finna run today
Mixing in the room with the one today
Shawty makes it up my throat today
Ayy, shorty eat the meat, even though she said she vegan
Had to go and blow a band on the weekend
Always been the smartest, never been the type to weaken
Choppa, make his weekend, left a nigga leaking
Automatic with a drum, I swear I be geekin
For the most smoke, My detector started beeping
All black, fitted with a mask
I'm a demon, hiding my identity, hoping that I see him
Pull up at his front door, spitting out his faux faux
Left him on the floor, floor
All up on my door, door
Glock ain't out for show, though, but I'll up it for show
End it with a photo, stiller than a photo
How many pills did you take
I told him, I don't know, bro