Ja Morant

Lyrics

Think I'm Ja Morant make a nigga do his best, still lose like he Steph curry I don't think that nigga chest work He gon feel the pressure we gon leave him left hurtin [Chorus] He just did somethin with who? That nigga weak as hell Tell him hit the trap, need to get some weed to sell Huh Huh Meet me in LA I sent it through the mail Huh Bust him in his shit, the ops nem lookin too frail I get a bitch together like she topside With the squad, sticked up together when we outside Huh, fuck a thot in hеr throat, make her mouth cry Huh, head right back to thе Jo and move them pound signs [Verse] We don't ride in no sprinters, them targets Slide in the rentals, pop out, get to actin retarded Drop a four in the field like I sacked Brett Favre (Drop a four in the field like I sacked Brett Favre) Been cold, HOL UP Huh, how this shit gon go If I see niggas I don't like, you know it's on the flo Make his sister snatch my soul Still gon smoke her baby bro listen He be with them other niggas so he gotta die Huh, hit his OG in her shit cuz his mama lied Hollow tips a stone cold stunner thats the bottom line FUCK YOU TALM BOUT NIGGA 55 but its 3:16 Ion trust no fuckin body when I'm of that lean Stomp a mud hole in a rattlesnake he ain't with my team Crack two beers on the top rope I hear the crowd scream Listen Take this shit to the 2000s get to jiggin' Huh right back to the 90s crybaby with your missus Huh pull up in the Audi with the slam, not no fuckin switches Hop out with the AR, clip taller than my 6s Got his bitch standin on my hood while I stand on business Aw she shakin ass on my whip, tellin me to whip it I don't do no whippin, I just pop my Yerky's, lets get busy While I'm on my mission I'll go berserk in any Bity listen X that nigga off the list, Then get his mans gone I walked in this bitch on tip, I give out headstones I make Titi stuff the scrip cuz her legs long She gon drive the whole fuckin way because I said so Huh, make another 20 thousand when I whip cook Show a nigga his whole life lousy, get his bitch took All she see is money every time that lil hoe look up Don't pay attention to him them niggas had never took nothin Nigga actin like we have to celebrate, that's why every time we fly a nigga up we had to, listen Nigga had a lam we have to celebrate, that's why, hah, fly a nigga out we in the A Every time we in Atlanta slide, gon learn his manners As long as I feel like we got some ammo we gon gun him down CT gon bring his blick with him, he gon shoot more than cameras I'll step on a brick and give a fiend anything they can handle Pitchin baseballs out the trap but I ain't Mickey Mantle Know CCs are bad for you but you gon know my standards Only compare me to the best when you check my language Get my name off the streets so them mother fuckers understand me That nigga pants on fire, buddy cap too much Brother been dead ain't got no get back, he rap too much Hmm actin like that shit don't matter Nigga touch my brother, we gon serve his killer on a platter Any nigga that killed one of mines done felt the same pain Ain't no nigga exempt from them lies when it come to gang gang Look that little bitch in her eyes, that's his main thang Bent her over, beat on them thighs, she got her frame banged She was tryna kiss on my neck, right where my chain hang We ain't left the neighborhood yet, we like to Cain slang Big block of hell yeah sittin right on the counter Fell asleep thumbin through them hunnids, need a money counter [Chorus] He just did somethin with who? That nigga weak as hell Tell him hit the trap, need to get some weed to sell Huh Huh Meet me in LA I sent it through the mail Huh Bust him in his shit, the ops nem lookin too frail I get a bitch together like she topside With the squad, sticked up together when we outside Huh, fuck a thot in her throat, make her mouth cry Huh, head right back to the Jo and move them pound signs