JASON lyrics

[Intro]
(Luwop what the f*ck?)

[Verse 1: Baby Kevvo]
Yeah
J.R Smith and on me got a Wesson on me
If you test me you failing you flunking brodie
I got snipers in trees like a f*cking monkey
Better hide your b*tches better hide your money
This blickey correcting n*ggas call it grammarly
Come disrespect a n*gga I'm a handle em'
Add it up then I subtract lil brodie
I'm a blast lil brodie with this f*cking Nina
S-S- Send a double team still hit the buzzer beater
Said I'm loyal that's cap I'm the biggest cheater
I'm a dive in the pus*y and get to eating
Keep a .9 on my hip talking millimeter
If he talking hot, find him and delete him
She a fiend hit my phone every time she need it
Beat her back till she bust I'm a leave her sleeping
I'm a leave her slumped wake up she needing p*nis
I've been tracking him down like I'm Jason (f*ck!)
If we catch him we taking his faces
And my forces so white think they racist
Hope that he don't see me I'll have his heart racing
[Verse 2: Luwop]
I been stacking they paper is faceless
Smashing the game they can't take it they hate this
Snapping on tracks killing beats with no traces
I been on attack if I catch you it's apesh*t
b*tch I
Beatbox the choppa I spot em' I got em'
n*ggas be telling you rodents possum
VVS rocks in the watch know they watching
Box full of knots I can't stop how I stock em'
There ain't no dropping no opps ain't no opposition
pus*y stop trying to copy my composition
I've been getting to the guap got my pockets ripping
Getting top from the top thot dropping kittens
I been murdering pus*y
n*ggas and b*tches no difference
They working to push me
Shorty gone twerk on the woody
Bend the b*tch over I'm murking the cookie

[Verse 3: D_lock]
My n*gga I'm cookie monster
I pop out like I'm Kanye West
When he was rocking the mask in Donda
When I step up in it they can't stand when I rock the genre
Guaranteed we gone smash an oppa
I’m a crack a thot and when I leave I won't pass a dollar
Wit some guys that'll keep it proper
All you haters talking I hear blah la la la
Eat the c*ck and use all of ya'll saliva
I swear these n*ggas applying that pressure with all of that bark
But I’m at the park big dogging
Half of your crew like a rug that ain’t dusty
I beat em' but never be nun to get off em'
Even if u running full sprint I beat all n*ggas like 3 times
And really I'm sick jogging
If this is Jason then f*ck it I'd rather be Freddy
My head off but still in this b*tch talking
n*gga ain’t Hollin
I’m talkin bout how I be rocking no pants when I say out of pocket
I’m giving em punchlines
But they be too b*tch when I punch
So I might as well give em' a backhand
sh*t I would like to acknowledge
You can't get a retweet or follow
And none of my gang will allow u around
You ain’t kin or my partner
No Batman and Robin I'm robbing on Batman
(b*tch!)