[Intro: King OB & Jammy Beatz]
Jammy on the beat boy
Let it rip, Jay
[Chorus: JayInTheCut]
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn
Uh, aye but it do not matter
She put her booty right up on a platter
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn (Later)
Uh, aye but it do not matter
I knock out the park, call me JayInTheBatter
[Verse 1: King OB]
3 strikes and you out, I ain't playing hoe
I ain't here for clout or the motherfucking fame hoe (Straight up)
Keep my name all out your mouth, if you staying safe hoe
I ain't got no label, got bitches on the table
Choppa finna sing, if you reaching for my chain though
We is not the same, I can fucking make it rain bro
You be watching me, like the TV and it's cable
If you call the Federalis, I ain't got no name bro (no)
[Bridge 1: King OB]
Yeah, I ain't even capping either (Nah)
I could pull up in the ghost, like it's Casper the 2 seater (Skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Yeah, boy
Don't make me get my heater
I got bread and the cheese, you would think I'm Lil Ceasar's ah
[Chorus: JayInTheCut]
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn
Uh, aye but it do not matter
She put her booty right up on a platter (And I'm gonna eat it)
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers (The imported imp-)
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn (Bye)
Uh, aye but it do not matter
I knock out the park, call me JayInTheBatter
[Verse 2: JayInTheCut]
Uh, I got 3 homes run in a foreign, uh (Aye yuh)
Uh, yuh that pussy right like some porridge, uh (Aye yuh)
MJ 23, right from the free throw, jump so high I’m soarin (Flyin)
If she got a goalie, no matter, I’m scorin', aye
I took a brick out to Canada just to go see if she could get sticky like syrup
4 in the Sprite and I stir up
I bost-on her Massacera, cause that bitch from Europe
And I think that lil bitch she from London
I saw her cat from afar, I’m about to go huntin'
Right pocket full of the hunnids
Left pocket full of the pay that you got on the Monday
But I’m in her port like a yacht
I’m finna pork on your thot
I smoke a forth it’s a lot
Nah, it is not
Left wrist slime, you’d think that it’s snot
Blood red bottoms, you’d think that it’s shot
She want the cactus, my last name is Scott
Circling squares, patrollin' the block, you better got off, you better get off
[Chorus: JayInTheCut]
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn (Later)
Uh, aye but it do not matter
She put her booty right up on a platter (And I'm gonna eat it
Uh, I got a vendetta
Givenchy to Prada, the imported leathers (Gi-uh)
Uh, she wanted dick in her stomach but she gonna blow 'till I buss on her sweater
Uh, I got a dream, she a catcher
I’m poppin' a tab, I’ll see you on Saturn (Bye)
Uh, aye but it do not matter
I knock out the park, call me JayInTheBatter
[Outro: JayInTheCut]
I got 3 home runs in a foreign, uh yuh
