Jammin'

Yeah I do it for the sport For the sport Haha Uh Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin Pop yo bitches stomach while you fucking cuddling You scream that she got a bun up in the oven Now that bun is toast in case you fucking wondering, wooh Then I hit your temple damn your brain disgusting wooh I’m just killing tracks you know this shit ain't nothing new Got handouts for all my people that be in a pinch Say you ain't jealous but bitch you greener than the Grinch Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin You'd think I’m Jamaican when I get to puffin’ Got the munchies, pussy in my fucking lunch tin Throw the residue up in the fucking dustbin, wooh Look inside the dustbin you see fucking nothing, wooh Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin, wooh Jammin', jammin’, jammin' meet me in the section, wooh I just hit the gas station got me protection, wooh Jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin' Shit I'm whipping yellow but this shit ain't custard Don't be touching, please bitch don't be touching This shit right here will get your fucking granny buzzing She sent me a text saying that she's late Fuck it man it's time to make my great escape No boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no boo She said not that "late" and she'll be home by 8 Told her it ain't funny when she fucks with me I ain't having kids because that shit ain't free Except for my dad I guess he got away But that shit a story for another day Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin Pop yo bitches stomach while you fucking cuddling