J Hus

G-R-M-D, G-R-M (A come on)

G-R-M, G-R-M-D

G-R-M, y'all know him

J Hus, Young Daily, Rated

Hustla baby

(Ass in da beats whoa)

Auh, auh, auh

Auh, auh, auh

Oh my

Yo, listen, look, uh, listen, look

Bad B, I make her hold my beater

Body looking like a brick of cocaína

Yo, half white, half Jamaican

She phones my line whenever she spots a paigon

Ooh, she's my ride or die

Her body make 'em say oh my, oh my

Yo, wrist looking all Michael Kors

Her body make a **** take time and pause

Yo, in the party

Let me get down

Shit gets popping, all my **** get down

Go round there

Everybody get down

I never eat the pussy

But them other **** get down

What? Ey yo my yout'

You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot

No way, ey yo my yout'

You can't eat pum-pum and try draw my zoot

Big fat tool everywhere I go

I'm a cool guy

But they say I'm psycho

I'm in the Volkswagen

Banging out Jhene Aiko

They claim they're bad

But they're telling lies though

Moving loose with the one pop

Like I'm on something

If I miss the first time

I'ma gun buck him

Trust me, I ain't playing no games

Ask them boys

I ain't saying no names

Don't @ me on Twitter

Talking 'bout you don't like me

Beg you grow some balls and come find me

Ride outs, that's the shit you're not used to

Real bad boys, never comment on YouTube

Rappers wanna warn me

They ain't got no fire

Face getting bait

So I roll with the blow drier

You weren't there when I was having my hard days

Who banged shots in front of African Marj's?

Wait hold up, I swear that was JuJu Jay

I don't know, I can't lie fam, I couldn't say

But he's moist, how'd you know? I just heard

Why spread rumours, come and buck me you nerd

Gunpowder on my jacket

I still wore it the next day

Vouch for myself

I give a fuck what the rest say

These **** only trappers on a weekend

Hate me, I got you're favourite rappers in my DM's

Paigons had me ducking the last time I left my pole at home

Now twenty fours, I'm with my tools

I never roll alone

I got a thousand rivals

Still I couldn't fear none

Ride on me, I leave my shank in your air drum

I rid a hundred times

I ain't caught nobody

That's why JuJu Jay still ain't caught no bodies

Well, I can't lie, man a ball a couple nobodies

Them man are fuck boys

Me, I'm one the top boys

All these **** turn fake as the time goes by

All I need, all I need is my ride or die

We got a bond, I never knew we had

She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag

Uh, she fell in love with the Hus

Uh-uh, I'm the one that she trusts

J Hus on the speakers

Any time that we touch base

Buss Gun, buss Juj, then we buss case

Uh, don't panic, uh, uh, don't panic

Aye listen, aye party listen, uh, yo, listen, look

I can't lie I'm a sucker for a pretty face

Bad B, thick thighs and a mini waist

When she needs that loving

I can hear it from her tone

I call her my diamond

She's from Sierra Leone

They say I'm no good

I'ma prove your friends wrong

Who would have thought you'd fall in love with an ex-con

She never wanna know me when I was broke and poor

She's my home girl now but she want something more

Them **** watching me, why they watching me?

Like my **** won't use that beater

You're girl be watching me

She be watching me

And she be like "Who's that geezer?"

I said this already

I don't really spit game

I tell her "They call me J Hus

That's my nickname" (Nickname)

She said "Stop

You ain't gotta say this

I've got all your songs on my playlist"

Hustla baby G-R-M #Rated done know