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