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Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen - Jahseh on my Wrist (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bass Santana
Bass Santana
Vocals
Flyboy Tarantino
Flyboy Tarantino
Vocals
Kid Trunks
Kid Trunks
Vocals
Craig Xen
Craig Xen
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Gordwin
Craig Gordwin
Songwriter
Donovan White
Donovan White
Songwriter
Minh Dat Nguyen
Minh Dat Nguyen
Songwriter
Steven Mancebo
Steven Mancebo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CHASETHEMONEY
CHASETHEMONEY
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, ooh Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit) Too much (Fuck 'em) Ayy, too much dope, in all black, ooh Too much smoke, who try'na match, like (Bitch) Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait!) Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa) Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh Kick her ass out the Airbnb Flyin' high, you won't miss that Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch I need a lick, y'all wit' me Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Aye, aye!) You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh) Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Aye) It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (Selling clout) I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh) Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy) You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs' (Ew, ew) Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs' Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that shit You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch (Huh, huh) Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah) Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh) Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait) Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa) Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh Kick her ass out the Airbnb Flyin' high, you won't miss that Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch I need a lick, y'all wit me I got M's, really I'm on ten Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (Oh no) I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (Oh no) Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in those cans Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn) Blood of my blood (What?) Flesh of my flesh (Uh) Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh I go, they go (What?) I flex, they flex (Uh) Catch a boy 50, fuckin' with my MO niggas, we press I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm) Movin' independently to keep the ambience If I panic, I'ma do damage And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and Im'ma stand by that I'll die by my word Your pride could get you split up Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (Hm) My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm) Ya heard me Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah) Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh) Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait) Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa) Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh Kick her ass out the Airbnb Flyin' high, you won't miss that Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch I need a lick, y'all wit me, uh
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