Intro - JayO Sama

Ay, hol' up, yea

Jayo

All that fake ass clique reppin, get to steppin'

We reckless, when we in the club shit get hectic

My section, loves toting Glocks, Smith and Wesson

They call me Jayo Sama cause' I got weapons

Band it up, my team on like we hit the lotto

I’m dreaded up, smoking on Jamaican like Movado

I’m strapped up sliding in the splat like Grand Theft Auto

Desperado, hit you niggas with the semi-auto

I ain’t sleepin' but this codeine got me leaning

I thank god for oxygen but gas what I’m breathing

I know niggas who kill for no reason

Nigga top get peeled then we leave him

Free my niggas up the road or locked up in the county

Yall down me, that’s why I keep you fuck niggas from round me

Was wildin', seen my mugshot so they doubted me

Demons in my head, I gotta get them out of me

Hold up', you ain’t from where im from if you don’t know us

I’m Zoe’d up, pull up on you then them windows roll up

Ain’t rolling with them «Zoejas» then you get rolled over

Fuck a nigga and a pussy thot… we show no love

Walked in her room and asked her what we bout to get into

She said you a fool, Jayo I ain’t bout' to play with you

She gave rules and regulations but I break the rules

I gotta get this cake, I ain’t got time to cake with you

Niggas holding grudges cause I flipped they hoe in middle school

Keep that bitch, told her the truth, like girl your pussy pitiful

You wanna beef, nigga I’m down, lil Jayo keep a tool

Ain’t my fault yo lil bitch get loose cause she heard Jayo got the juice

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh

Hold up, yeah, ooh, ooh

Yeah, Jay, ooh