J Hus

[Intro] J Hus Young Daily Rated Hasta la baby Uh Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Oh my Yo, listen, look Uh, listen, look [Verse 1] Bad B, I make her hold my beater Body looking like a brick of cocaína Yo, half white, half Jamaican She phones my line whenever she spots a paigon Ooh, she my ride or die Her body make 'em say, "Oh my, oh my" Yo, wrist looking all Michael Kors Her body make a nigga take time and pause Yo, in the party, lemme get down Shit gets popping, all my niggas get down Go round there, everybody get down I never eat the pussy but them other niggas get down What? Ayo my yute You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot No way, ayo my yute You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot Big fat tool everywhere I go I'm a cool guy but they say I'm psycho I'm in the Volkswagen banging out Jhené Aiko They claim they're bad but they're telling lies though Moving loose with the one pop Like I'm on suttin' If I miss the first time then I'ma gun buck him Trust me, I ain't playing no games Ask them boys I ain't saying no names Don't at me on Twitter talking 'bout you don't like me Beg you grow some balls and come find me Ride outs That's the shit you're not used to Real bad boys never comment on YouTube Rappers wanna warn me, they ain't got no fire Face getting bait so I roll with the blow drier You weren't there when I was having my hard days Who banged shots in front of African Marj's? Wait hold up I swear that was Juju Jay? I don't know, I can't lie fam, I couldn't say But he's moist, "How'd you know?" I just heard Why spread rumors? Come and buck me you nerd Gun powder on my jacket I still wore it the next day Vouch for myself, I give a fuck what the rest say These niggas only trappers on a weekend Hate me, I got your favorite rappers in my DMs Paigons had me ducking the last time I left my pole at home Now Twenty-Fours, I'm with my tool, I never roll alone I got a thousand rivals Still I couldn't fear none Ride on me, I leave my shank in your ear drum I rid a hundred times I ain't caught nobody That's why Juju Jay still ain't caught no bodies Well, I can't lie, man will ball a couple nobody's Them man are fuck boys, me, I'm one the top boys (Top boys) All these niggas turn fake as the time goes by All I need, all I need is my ride or die We got a bond I never knew we had She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag Uh, she fell in love with the Hus Uh, uh, I'm the one that she trusts J Hus on the speakers any time that we touch base Buss gun, buss juj, then we buss case Uh Don't panic Uh, uh Don't panic Ay, listen Ay, part two, listen Uh, yo, listen [Verse 2] Look, I can't lie I'm a sucker for a pretty face Bad B, thick thighs and a mini waist When she needs that loving I can hear it from her tone I call her my diamond She's from Sierra Leone They say I'm no good I'ma prove you're friends wrong Who would have thought you'd fall in love with an ex-con? She never wanna know me when I was broke and poor She's my home girl now but she want suttin' more Them niggas watching me Why they watching me? Like my nigga won't use that beater Your girl be watching me, she be watching me And she be like, "Who's that geezer?" I said this already I don't really spit game I tell her they call me J Hus, that's my nickname She said, "Stop, you ain't gotta say this I got all your songs on my playlist" Hasta la baby Young Daily Rated dun know