There Go Jaay (AMB)

Ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me
There go Jaay, oh yeah, that's that one nigga
I got bands in my pocket, havin fun with it
I'm too fly for myself, I'm way above with it
Bad bitch, she shakin ass, she goin dumb wit it
How I get her in her mood, yeah, her tongue did it
I ain't even pop him up, yeah, the gun did it
Big chop a clip em up like Kawhi Leonard
Niggas always stealin sauce and try to run wit it
You ain't even fucking with my young niggas
Yeah, I feel like KD, I should son niggas
That nigga Jaay fell off, are you dumb, nigga
Hit her with a cold shoulder, damn, I hate bum bitches
Yeah, I had to hit, she had ass on her
Yeah, I feel great wit that bag on me
Put a bounty on a opp, I got half on it
I don't even want the bitch, I'ma pass on it
Mix the Chrome wit the Lanvin this and that on me
If you ever change, ain't no comin back from it
I just throw it off the glass, I'm finna Shaq somethin
AMB this shit for life you see the tats on me
He ain't really in the gym, he got a bad jumper
Make me mad, then I might mad max somethin
Bad bitch bounce on the dick like a new jumper
I just rearranged her guts, she need a new stomach
They know I'm cold in this rap, they know who run it
Man, I had to roll run for that new money
Diamonds dancin on my neck, that's how you comin
Big choppa, leave em bald, I caillou somethin
I been here for a while, that shit regular
She like white tips, here go a hunnit for a pedicure
Hundred eleven degrees, no Nelly, but it's hot in here
She love my voice, I got her smilin ear to ear
Try to slide on that, but nobody there
I can be fucked with, man, let's get it clear
Holdin up my bust down when I'm in the mirror
I'm a self-made nigga, man, these niggas weird
I feel like AMB in 2018
What V say this ain't a fire drill, this the real thing
Money and family, what I do it for my favorite things
They gon' start acting weird when you touch blue cheese
She like he don't want no one, I said, who me
Bad hoes came in the pack like a loose leaf
Put some diamonds on my neck, Simon says freeze
If a bitch aint for the Jaay, kick her Jet Lee
Big bank take Lil' Bank, run that money up
In the foreign with a bad bitch doin a hunnit plus
Bitch pulled up with a wagon, told her fuck it up
Balenci B's on my feet, I'm Mr. Do It Up
I'm Mr. Do Too Much, catch a opp and shoot him up
Always hatin on a nigga, you don't do enough
Slide through, I seen gang, then I threw it up
Every time I got it on, I'm like, flick it up
Even through them tough losses, my chin still up
All these bitches for the streets, I can't wife no sluts
Came a long way from the bottom, only way is up
I just pull up with the gang, we got bitches, it's going up
Ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me