JPG lyrics

[Intro: OsamaSon & Gunna]
(Run up, what, what) What they talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, he slime)
(What he—) What they talkin' 'bout? (Slime sh*t, oh, hoe, yeah)
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
(Hold up)
JPG my jacket (Hold up)
I don't do sh*t for the faggots (No)
b*tch touchin' me on acid
Had to tell the b*tch I don't have it (Hold up)
I don't do sh*t for the fags
I was still ridin' around with that static
b*tch tryna push up, got racks on floor
I flex first, then f*ck your hoe
Ran up a hundred plus, let's go
Told lil' Stef we hittin’ the road

[Verse: OsamaSon]
Changing, then I'm shooting that show
Poured up four, uh, ball
(Let's go, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What)
GLE truck, AP, it got fifty heater
Bad b*tch, she a f*ckin' eater
I got keys, we no Alicia
SRT, this not a lease, no
Bad b*tch wanna know what he on
I don't worry 'bout no f*ckin' peons
Post up, I'm like, “Pull up, Teon”
I got flights to be on
I went up and beyond
b*tch, I'm not no Nissan
With slime still pourin' up, yeah
I got a double cup, hell
I been flexin' all damn year
I got Swishers on your nose
And my six hoes, they on the shelf
Hopped out the hood, had to look for help
Dior cologne gon' catch my smell
This b*tch text me, “Go to hell”
Had a lean cup and the packs, oh yeah
I'm not psycho, no
Boy, you saw how much
Boy, you saw how much
[Chorus: OsamaSon]
(Hold up)
JPG my jacket (Hold up)
I don't do sh*t for the faggots (No)
b*tch touching me on acid
Had to tell the b*tch I don't have it (Hold up)
I don't do sh*t for the fags
I was still ridin' around with that static
b*tch tryna push up, got racks on floor
I flex first, then f*ck your hoe
Ran up a hundred plus, let's go
Told lil' Stef we hittin' the road