paroles de chanson Intro - JayO Sama

Ay, ah, yeah, ayy, yea, yea, yea (gun shots)
Ay, hol' up, yea
Jayo
All that fake ass clip, red beam' 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 all out 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
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 talk' get peeled then we leaving
Free my niggas locked up road, they locked up in the county
I down me, that's why I keep you fuck niggas from round me
It's 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 zoned up, pull up on you then them' windows roll up
Been rolling with them soliders, and you get rolled over
Fuck a nigga in the pussy thought we show no love
Walked in the 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 kay 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