Jamal Bates lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse]
Seven hundred-thirty days, I've been sippin' the last two years
Her and her sister tried to f*ck, the sh*t was so weird
Tried to spread around the sauce, and I was burnt out
I felt like toothpaste in the morning, I was in her mouth
That might go over your head
He suckin' di*k and catch a nut, that's what she doin' while you dead
I had to say that to an opp
Been stayin' lowkey 'cause everything I do they mock
You f*ckin' copycat
Made a GoFundMe and I said I had a heart attack
Like my arteries clogged
Hop on the stage, rock thе show and then watch 'em applaud
I'm a rockstar
Unpredictablе, you would never know my next bar
Fat-ass mansion, you would never move next door
Ain't a dollar in your bank account, what you got it for?
Like, that sh*t pointless
A n*gga wanna meet, he gon' have to set an appointment
You f*cked a dirty-ass b*tch, now you usin' ointment
It ain't gon' clear the bumps
I'll put a bullet in your head, then put you in my trunk
Have my n*ggas hoppin' out the van, but you ain't gettin' punked
Dog want some clout so bad, he out here pullin' stunts
Oh, you want a P and two pints? Let me pull some strings
Let me make a call
Fendi head to toe, I came out fresher than a bag of Halls
Found an old ID and that b*tch say "Jamal Bates"
I sell my zazas by the P, you can't buy an eighth
My new crib got some docks, I need a boat
Green message b*tch keep texin' me Android emotes
Picked her up, and I turned her on like the TV remote
I be paranoid, make sure you speak before you approach
Give me a heads-up
Took a lil' break from droppin', gave 'em a head start
Seen an opp whip and filled his gas tank with corn starch
Tryna hit him dead in the center like we playin' darts
I just put a stu' in the crib, just need an engineer
Who got a Navy fed and good credit? Give it here
Told the jugg, "This ain't no scam", I had to sound sincere
Dog was a b*tch back in the day and turned out a queer
Shakin' my head
I ain't doin' sh*t, the maid servers makin' my bed
Yeah, I got a chef, but my girl makin' me breakfast
You know who play too much? Whoever made your necklace
[Outro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)