Jam lyrics

[Intro]
Travis & Jason music, *giggle*

[Verse 1: Jason Eric (OG CHE$$) & Travis Scott]
Gettin' high that a b*tch on my special plane, switch it up (Diamonds)
In the light, doing my thing
Blow me
Light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG (Travis & Jason music, *giggle* , *record scratching*)
Gettin' high that a b*tch on my special plane, switch it up
In the light, doing my thing
Blow me
Light it up, spark a tree
No diss, keep it hood in my LRG (Uh, yeah)
Still ballin' in the mix, on some chicks
Yeah they jumpin', all ninety-six
Remember All-Star weekend?
Them little Puerto Rican?
Yeah, I was freakin', all freakin' weekend

[Refrain: Jason Eric (OG CHE$$) & Travis Scott]
Jam, jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Diamond-
Jam, jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam-, jam, jam, jam (Di-, di-, *record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam (*Record scratches*)
Jam, jam, jam (*Record scratches*)
Diamond-
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Hit the corner store for a bungalowed, or double up
Just got a page from a MILF who wanna double up
Ring up Che$$, the phone trippin' so I hung it up
But I ain't trippin' I got five more jumping, so
Hopped in my dirt bike, 'till it break white
Eating pegs on the mongoose I got in third grade
Bumble bee raincoat, make it rain honey
Cause them shots I made, I made those in them J's so- (*record scratches*)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's- (*record scratches*)
Shots I made, I made those in them J's so (Diamonds)
[Refrain: Jason Eric (OG CHE$$)]
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam

[Verse 3: Jason Eric (OG CHE$$)]
Classmates in this b*tch
Miami grippin' the game, ducking the vice
Tried to plan something on me, like I'm stuck in a vice
I mean, step in the place, why you buckin' the ace?
I come first, get the hell out the way
And get bent over
Dope kicks, dope b*tch flip her pants over
Hands out, no sir, flip your hand over
That ass fat enough to pop a band over
You think I'm playing? Press play on the camcorder

[Refrain: Jason Eric (OG CHE$$)]
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
Jam, jam, jam
[Outro]
*Record scratching*
Travis & Jason music, *giggle*