Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Petrie
Songwriter
Jacob Kuhn
Songwriter
Lyrics
(I hate you big chase)
Ayy ayy
4 bad dudes in the whip 130
Better watch out if you tryna come near me
Scurvy's what you'll be getting cause it's infectious
Restless, needle to the skin no tetanus
Next up cause there ain't no question
I been hanging out the window no extension
No mention, a matter of fact
I don't really give a fuck i'ma ruin the act
(Faster this shit's boring as fuck bro speed it up)
(FASTERRRRRR)
(Okay okay okay)
(Give me, give me, give me the jam)
Bitch give me space if you ain't let me get a taste
(No)
Stare at my face and i erase if you ain't giving head
It's at my pace a little late & now the razor's red
I got a date up with this daisy pocket full of posies
A little lonely but these thoughts they keep me cozy
Yeah you's a bitch & you's a fucking phony
It ain't no funny fuckin' bitch you fuckin'
No time for fun, 'til it's done hoe
Whip it grip it grab to reach my gun
Leave you stunned hoe
Bitches pay for tickets to the gun show
I run hoes
Jerk my cock don't leave until it's donezo
Rapunzel
Pull your hair out rip it take your soul
Grab the pole
Strip it dance around & drop it to the floor
Speakers knocking like the feds like no one home
Bitch get a check
Bitch keep in check
Pop molly in the backseat
Bitch give me the jam
Bitch get a check
Bitch keep in check
Pop molly in the backseat
Bitch give me the jam
GIVE ME THE JAM
GIVE ME THE JAM
GIVE ME GIVE ME
GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE ME
GIVE ME THE JAM
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