LYRICS
作词 : Nate Fox/Chancelor Bennett/Childish Gambino/Clarence Reid/Willie Clarke
作曲 : Nate Fox/Chancelor Bennett/Childish Gambino/Clarence Reid/Willie Clarke
Chance, acid rapper, soccer hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang dang dang skeet skeet skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92
Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat
Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD
Asked Joseph about my deal
He looked back said
"Hell yeah, let's eat"
This shit my favorite son
You just don't know the words
But I still **** with yo
You just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack
Pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that za
And all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam this my jam
This my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam
Young Rascal Flatts
Young ass kid ass could rap
**** all the faculty tobacco-packing acroba
Back-to-back packin' bags back
And forth with fifths of Jack
Enforce the shit I'm back to pack on hand
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring that's righ
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap
**** in Vegas rockin' Vagabond
Sang a song oh you don't know What
Well I still bang with you
Hang with you sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like:
This shit my favorite son
You just don't know the words
But I still **** with yo
You just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack
Pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that za
And all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam
Yeah
Niggas please be focuse
That 'Bino you know this
He rep the home of Sosas
You know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone ****
You know your 'hood is so c**t
As God as my witness
This Will Smith spit real ****
I'm a be that
CG busy gettin' where the **** a
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're ****ing with the Fifi ba
My stars egad she said:
"this my favorite song"
"Hold my purse"
Now she on the floor droppin' like it's hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombi
When your work is finished
Your mom won't play it in the car
Cause it's got cursing in it
Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you
"he want his percentage
Cause you were like:
"this ain't the nigga you said spittin' is it "
Two-step
White dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing Cause you Harlem Shake
I was never fake I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap we killed the track
You had your chance and 'Bino too
This shit my favorite son
You just don't know the words
But I still **** with yo you just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack
Pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that za
And all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam
I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam