Jahseh on My Wrist lyrics

[Intro: Bass Santana]
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk sh*t, Members Only sh*t)
Too much (f*ck 'em)

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, b*tch
Send that sh*t to me on Cash App (Wait, ooh)
Send that sh*t to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullsh*t, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, b*tch
I need a lick, shot wit' me

[Verse 1: Bass Santana and KiD TRUNKS]
Ok vool, b*tch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo b*tch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool sh*t
We gon' school sh*t, you don't see my vision, f*ck your movement
I'm f*ckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Ayy, ayy!)

[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Ayy)
It's a lot of you rappers stealin' clout and chasin' fame (Stealin' clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the b*tches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't f*ck that trick
I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that sh*t
You can't even cash that sh*t, I don't want a black-haired b*tch like (Huh, huh)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, b*tch
Send that sh*t to me on Cash App (Wait, ooh)
Send that sh*t to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullsh*t, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, b*tch
I need a lick, shot wit' me

[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
I got M's, really I'm on ten
b*tch, don't play with me, no friends (Uh uh)
I don't need no fake n*ggas crossin' me again (Oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn)
Blood of my blood (What)
Flesh of my flesh (Uh)
Bust open his nose since a n*gga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go (What)
I flex, they flex (Uh)
Catch a buck 50, f*ckin' with my MO n*ggas, we press
[Verse 4: Craig Xen]
I can't keep too many n*ggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leakin', and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and p*ss on that curb (Hm)
My nerves bad (Huh)
I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm)
Ya heard me

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, b*tch
Send that sh*t to me on Cash App (Wait, ooh)
Send that sh*t to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullsh*t, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, b*tch
I need a lick, shot wit' me