MO JAMS

[Intro: Midnight Star, Bo Watson, DC2Trill]

(Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)

Yeah (A slow jam)

This a MO JAM (For my baby, and for me, ooh)

Its the B.R.A

Call this motherfucker a MO JAM, uh-huh, you hear me?

[Verse 1: DC2Trill]

Red Dirt baby, I can't go back to broke

This drank old, same age as the Pope

Open my eyes, and I'm pulling it close

Walk in the store, and I look for a liter

Granny just called, told her I'm going on tour

Keep me in your prayers while I turn up these people (Turn up these people)

This bitch thick like Tuna Helper

My pop looks like Idris Elba

2T my duty, I met her in Louis

She come through and chew me, don't go to the movies (Huhh)

Crackin' the seal, I don't need no bargain

This codeine so raw, you can serve it with sushi (Codeine so raw)

I'm in DC for twelve hours

But it's a pint so I pass it to Tuechii

In a big body with twelve lighters

Three pints, six coochies (Damn)

Word to the boss, its time, baby

That nigga broke, out of line, baby

I got money like your pastor, shawty

Spend this shit all the time, baby

She trifling as fuck, but she look like a keeper (Look like a keeper)

Put it on God, we ain't believe in you either (No)

It's my meet and greet, but it's quite nice to meet you

You petty as hell tryna keep it equal

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Well, coming from dirt

All I could afford to do was dream

Never would I think I'd grow as a man

Spending five hundred K cash on codeine (Yup)

Never could I imagine switching my team (Nope)

Never did give in and buy me some Tris

'23 Maybach, same year as my bitch

Brown inside with the rims, deep dish

She pretty, I kiss, my life is a bliss

Send her home quick, a bullet I missed

She think it's my loss, I let her just think it

Rider got ten liquor bottles a show

She for the hoes, the 'Crete never drink it (Yup)

Blowin' up my phone, I can't ever link it (Nope)

Jeweler put all of these stones and rocks on a Boat (Shh, Shh)

Flooding, it's water on water, but he'll never sink it (Shh, Shh)

Your chain is a trinket (It's us)

Got ten different whips like a red state local

Popping a X, fucking a buggaboo

Hiding my face behind clear bifocals (Damn)

Don't be offended asking my fee

When I finally respond and I give you the total (Yeah)

All who inspires me most became local (Shh)

Just me and Boy with some hoes up in Soto (Yeah)

Beatin' his B, treatin' his boo

Anywhere, everywhere, just like a dojo

I don't take pics with my shirt off, I am not Boris Kodjoe (Yeah)

I take a thot and I turn her bi-coastal (Yeah)

If I'm not home, send the pints through the postal (Shh)

Baby, what you do not know will not hurt you

Do something yourself when around the business, it don't concern you

[Verse 3: Draft Day]

Look

Well, shit, its my turn too

We gave you swag, so remember who taught you

First round, I'm off a four and a walk-through

You keep the liquor, she easy to talk to

Know that she choosing on me, cannot fault you

Took that shit back to the spot, then I hit it

Played some "Slow Jamz" so we rocked out to Twista

I like you both so just come with your sister

I'm ready to blitz 'em, it's lit like a missile

Karats, not crystals, I ride with my pistol

It's us 'til the end

Want me to trip, my dog ready to spin

Eight hoes stuffed in the truck

In the rat, we was gone in the wind

They ready to sin

I prayed for this life, so I gotta go in

Now is my time, but I been already ready

What's on your mind? Shit, nothing but fetty

Ready to pop out, and stunt like confetti

I'm on they head, finna cut it, Kill Bill

Upping my rank, I'm the king of the hill

I'm so 'crete, baby, its me and 2Trill

Niggas be fake, they allergic to real

I'm stepping, Shaquille

I know how to play

You know them two words, so go on and say it

Slow that shit down, baby, I'm tryna hear it

[Chorus: Midnight Star & Bo Watson, Draft Day]

(Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)

Us, man

Yeah

(A slow jam, for my baby, and for me, ooh)

[Verse 4: KARRAHBOOO]

'Crete

All of my riches, I made for my momma (Go)

I used to window shop at Rag-O-Rama (Go, go)

Used to wait tables, now they wait for me (Us)

Forty-five thousand, I fixed up my teeth (Us)

I used to look at rich folks on TV (Damn)

Dreaming that could be me, now I'm well on my way

Just didn't think it'd be as fast as today (Okay)

Overnight shawty, my bestie don't play (Let's go)

Black as the TV turned off I can say

Nigga, negro, or whatever, don't bother me (Go, go)

You could be rich if you win in psychology

My bitches don't judge niggas' astrology

Young bitch, I'm here to boost up the economy

I won't ride in the back of Ducati's

But I'll ride passenger of a Bugatti

I'll go Abu Dhabi, being rich is my hobby

We packed out the lobby (Damn)

I'm Concrete's finest, I'm 'Crete 'til the death (Go)

Folks asking me if I'm black, dumb bitch, I'm the same as the refs- (Okay)

Shirt, all these birds can stay at the nest

I'm in a hurry, I gotta get rest

Bitch, I been up for three days, no sleep (Us)

Geekin' off E, got a blick in the seat

It's gon' sing like the woman married to Jay-Z (Go, go)

Three O's in the BOOO, don't you ever forget it (Damn)

I used to ride around town in a Civic (Damn)

Gotta leave out the old niggas that hit it (Us)

I'm a rich bitch, so I delete the pass (Okay)

In the backseat, mixing Grabba with gas

Ms. Not-The-Two, going bad on they ass (Yeah)

I don't have class, I'm ready to spazz (Not the two)

[Chorus: Midnight Star, Bo Watson]

(Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet)

(A slow jam, for my baby, and for me, ooh)