Who the fuck is- (JACKOOO)

Ay, ay

Call me Jayson Tatum I'm fucking with ten's

I just got a check gon hop in the Benz

My clip accurate that shit like Big Ben

I've been overseas they calling me Ken

Carson bitch we fuck with the Narcan's

Raging so hard that we calling it arson

Your music is ass boy stop all that larping

We burning this beat like we sliding on carpet

I feel like Green Arrow I'm hitting the target

Caught me some stock I been up on the market

My engines are loud gotta rev when I park it

Rolling up J's my gang gonna spark it

Running these routes got the ball gotta Lockett

Bought me some Louis you know I'ma rock it

Bitch give me head she all in my cockpit

And no I ain't lil' but my baby got an outfit

She hearing my music she got it on replay

Got a new bitch and we fucked on her b-day

Runnin round her mind, shawty got me in a relay

21 Guns in the crib call it Green Day

Feeling like Offset, all of my ho's at the party

I'm getting a little tipsy, been sipping on Bacardi

If I ain't the best out, Juice WRLD it's a robbery

The crew with some girls and you know they get naughty

Call me Jayson Tatum I'm fucking with ten's

I just got a check gon hop in the Benz

My clip accurate that shit like Big Ben

I've been overseas they calling me Ken

Carson bitch we fuck with the Narcan's

Raging so hard that we calling it arson

Your music is ass boy stop all that larping

We burning this beat like we sliding on carpet

(Woo)

(Ty we making it with this shit)

(Ja- Ja- Ja-)

Uh, uh

Stick in my right hand ace in my left

Talking his talk til' I shoot him to death

Popping the melly it's making me rest

Water my wrist got the ice on my neck

Got a quarter milli' and it's making the check

He 10k up but I heard that's his best

Hit a 2x blinker got weight in my chest (huh, huh)

Sliding the ghost and I'm turning it right

Yeah I channel the rage and I turn it to likes

And he talking his shit but he can't even fight

If you can't even rap ion' need your advice

Got paparazzi on me flashing they lights

I'ma make it a bucket my jumper is nice

She giving me teeth and I told her don't bite

And I'm making it big just look at the size

I don't do nothing but sleeping and rapping and I don't care long as it's making me paper

And she said she not tryna fuck but that ho hit me up talking bout some "come see me later"

He flexing money I run up the acres it's two different levels I'm not a debater

She tryna break up but I'm in her mind fucking racing that bitch like I'm running the pacer (Ja- Ja- Ja-)

Squad came quick with an AR

Bitch been shooting, we lighting up your car

Lighting up blunts cause I don't fuck with cigars

The way I been fingering, she think I play guitar

Flying her round, now she wet, call her Sea World

All these rappers to me weights, all em' get curled

Virgin ass bitch wanna talk, you don't get girls

Easy Money Sniper, walk out in some Aunt Pearl's

Stop tryna make me cuff, you just gone ghost

Could I get you in free? Mother fucker I'm the host

Shawty stalking all my stories, leave a like on every post

Now she fucking up the club, always tryna do the most

Tryna control me bitch? Don't tell me what to do

All these ho's wanna suck me, so yes I'm leaving you

Stepping over mother fuckers, no Tryronn Lue

So much honey's on my body, I feel like Winnie-the-Pooh

Got a dot on your head, no Kung Fu Kenny

Was just eating up a Hana, I ain't talking no Beni

Already three shots deep, shout out homeboy Henni

I don't need nobody else, going solo like JENNIE

Split straight through the defense, cooked five, got an ace

Cutting up through traffic with my boy, who wanna race?

Spazzing out on the beat, verse done got me laced

All this ice, man I'm shining, from the glare I got no face

No face, had the mask on bitch no case

Shot the lights out, left no trace

Left the bank unscathed, they did no Chase, yeah