Jammin’ lyrics

Yeah
I do it for the sport
For the sport
Haha

Uh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo b*tches stomach while you f*cking cuddling
You scream that she got a bun up in the oven
Now that bun is toast in case you f*cking wondering, wooh
Then I hit your temple damn your brain disgusting wooh
I’m just killing tracks you know this sh*t ain't nothing new
Got handouts for all my people that be in a pinch
Say you ain't jealous but b*tch you greener than the Grinch
Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
You'd think I’m Jamaican when I get to puffin’
Got the munchies, pus*y in my f*cking lunch tin
Throw the residue up in the f*cking dustbin, wooh
Look inside the dustbin you see f*cking nothing, wooh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin, wooh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' meet me in the section, wooh
I just hit the gas station got me protection, wooh
Jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin'
sh*t I'm whipping yellow but this sh*t ain't custard
Don't be touching, please b*tch don't be touching
This sh*t right here will get your f*cking granny buzzing
She sent me a text saying that she's late
f*ck it man it's time to make my great escape
No boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no boo
She said not that "late" and she'll be home by 8
Told her it ain't funny when she f*cks with me
I ain't having kids because that sh*t ain't free
Except for my dad I guess he got away
But that sh*t a story for another day
Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Jammin', jammin', jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo b*tches stomach while you f*cking cuddling