Jason ft. CRMSYN Lyrics

Pull up in all black, bitch, I be robbin'

My trigger finger itchin' and it throbbin

He said he need features but he not coppin

He said I won't pop out but I'm here poppin

Like hold on lil' kid, you ain't never do shit

Your music ass, it never will hit

I take it and throw it inside the trash bin

You never was with it, you a has-been

I shot him once but I shot him again

But it's okay, bitch, I'ma keep me a tool

And he stupid as shit, he need to go to school

He said he need money, haha, you a fool

How you said that you doin' it but you is broke

Stop beggin' for change

Man, you so stupid, you pussy, bitch, you cannot change

Hit him with choppas again, ayy I'm finna fuck up his brains, lets rearrange

All of his organs with this fuckin' 40

I'm takin' his brains, hit him with the shawty

I'm feelin' like Megan, I'm takin' his body

I got a choppa, this shit is a thotty

Wait, why you say that

Cause it got a lot of bodies

I don't like him cause he poppin' them Mollies

That boy a loser, he hang with the Janks

I got the gas, that shit from Hank

I'm finna pull up in a motherfuckin' tank

And my shit is good, it really stank

I'm smokin' the green, I'm smokin' the dank

He said that he with it, that shit is a prank

That boy is a runner, that boy is a fake

And I take his body, throw it in the lake

And I got ARs, that's all I gotta say

And that boy too pussy, he finna get betrayed

And I finna slice it, I feel like I'm Jason

When I heard of bags, I had to chase it

Pulled up to his crib, that shit it was vacant

And I don't like pigs, so we makin' bacon

And I got the dough, so I'ma start bakin'

Cash gettin' thrown like leaves, let's rake it

Big-ass clock on my wrist like it's Vecna

I'm givin' fouls like this shit was Tecna

Feelin' like Ali way I'm finna hit ya

I don't really like ya, pull up and I fight ya, UHH

Feelin' like Jason, I'ma beat you up

Four-five, hit him in the motherfuckin' gut

He cannot breathe now, he cannot sit down

Pull up real quick and I knock his whole shit down

That boy alone with no team

He can't get no lean, it's suicide at the scene

Call me Jason at the scene, never been seen

But I'm inside limousines

Feel like I'm Jason, I hit him like Pacquiao

He tryna get up out hell, hit him back down

I got some new rounds, stay in the dog pound

He don't want him cause his body was not found

And this motherfucker stayin' like that

I don't hang with pussies, I don't hang with rats

And I'm stayin' with purple, I'm feelin' like Gat

And I keep me a pistol, I'm callin' it Gat

Feelin' like 83Heroin, that shit don't matter

What is the password?

He gettin' splattered

Pockets get fatter

He is a lacker

This slow motherfucker really need a ladder