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JJ

21

Hip-Hop/Rap

JJ was released on February 27, 2026 by The Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Out On Bond Again

Song Details

AlbumOut On Bond Again

Release DateFebruary 27, 2026

LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM128

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BabyTron

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

James Johnson IV

James Johnson IV

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Stefan Daniel Mitroi

Stefan Daniel Mitroi

Mixing Engineer

MarleyBeatz

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Alright

Shitty Boyz, Dog $hit Militia

[Verse 1]

I could wake up in Buckhead or Bloomfield

The only flaw I ever had was being too real

I'm ridin' 'round 32s just like two seals

Lil Fuzz all defense, average two steals

I made eleven M's off my two deals

I linked with Eminem and shocked the world

You ain't got no rank still, you only shot a girl

I ain't had no loose leaves, so I got the Grabba pearled

[Verse 2]

I put my cousin on and he did some fuck shit

I put my man's cousin on and he did some fuck shit

So please don't talk about no blood shit

I'm the one that tell you loyalty equals love, kid

I put money in they pockets, put 'em in position

Took 'em out they losing situation, put 'em 'round some winners

We burnt out tour buses, pull up in the Sprinters

Oh, you ain't heard I smacked the last driver?

[Verse 3]

Sex everything, you would think I'm Quagmire

They like, "Why you ain't slept? Is the bag tired?"

Can get your mans hired, then get your mans fired

Still a scampire, I'm a land buyer, this ain't a Pathfinder

My lil' yeah from down south, she don't want corned beef

I'm a maniac, might get to shootin' if the door creak

Safe to say that my killer on the score streak

They might call me JJ, but I was born P

You know my mama out her shit, I was born high

Like in the sky, safe to say that I was born fly

Shot up past B's, I'ma call 'em horsefly

Tell a ho this the first time she seen a horse fly

[Verse 4]

This shit on the floor, I'm talkin' courtside

Open up my geek kit, shit, it's dork time

Slammin' lamb chops while you off the pork rinds

You ain't never got paid rappin', you got poor rhymes

Why you pourin' green with fake beans? That's a poor high

Why you think I'm finna help your dreams? Ain't support mines

I'm all around her mouth like some fluoride

I knew I was finna beat the case, walked in court fried

[Verse 5]

Why you blowin' up my phone knowin' that I'm workin'?

Why you holdin' up the load knowin' that it's urgent?

Why you even tryna score knowin' that it's curtains?

Why you even up a pole knowin' that you nervous?

Why you even finna pour knowin' that it's Kermit?

I know I'm dozin' off and I know that I'm swervin'

I know I'm finna blow it all, I'm knowin' that I'm splurgin'

But everything goin' perfect, I know that for certain

[Verse 6]

I'd take me against anybody

Have you seen the livin' dead? Let's go see a fetty zombie

You don't classify as thick, bitch, you got a heavy body

But it's cool, my mama fat too, ooh

Your mama did crack too?

Oh, your mama, she can get her ass fapped too, like

That's what that MAC do

That's what that Zac do

[Verse 7]

If it's racks blue, it's a blue moon

Finna leave the blue rat off a eighth of blue shrooms

I need moon boots, but not the ones for the hoes

Real deal astronaut ones, I'm finna leave the globe

DaVinci, when it's time, ain't finna leave the code

They like, "Texas so cheap, but it's hard to leave the snow"

Shit, it's hard to leave the cold

When that's all you know, you know?

[Verse 8]

It's gon' be a tough task tryna take us down

Everybody burn bridges tryna make up now

You can tell that ho just left the makeup house

He fakin' grown, whole time he got a made-up house

She used to be hard to hit, it's a lay-up now

I used to sleep on certain shit, I'ma stay up now

All this motherfuckin' money 'round, and you ain't up, how?

All this motherfuckin' money 'round, it's hard to lay around

[Verse 9]

Turkey bag terrorists, we be bangin' pounds

The militia, it's a small crowd we hang around

If I'm in the A, I got Mari', I got Yae around

Free Ghost, I cannot have no fake around

Before I write a statement down, I'll take the trial

Tell her use her feet since she tryna take a mile

Probably got the grill in if you see me fake a smile

I'm a self-made millionaire, what's the hatin' 'bout?

Like, I don't understand

[Outro]

Shitty Boyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam

Rip Chris, T-double-H-L shit

You hip skip? You know the script

Huh, yeah, nah

Aye, aye

Aye, aye

Seven-seven, seven-seven

Troncic

[Outro]

Well, yeah

Well (Well)

Well (Well)

I don't want you

But I need you

But I need you

Girl, you haunt me

Girl, you haunt me

Let me save you

I came to save you

I don't want you

I don't want you

But I need you

But I need you

Girl, you haunt me

But, girl, you haunt me

Let me save you

I came to save you

Cheap thrills mean nothing

If you have a broken heart

Cheap thrills mean nothing

They will tear your soul apart

Cheap thrills mean nothing (Mean nothing)

If you have a broken heart

If you have a broken heart, broken heart

Cheap thrills mean nothing (Mean nothing)

They will tear your soul apart

Written by: James Johnson IV

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