Top Songs By JID
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Composer
John Welch
Composer
Peter Mudge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christo
Producer
Nice Rec
Producer
John Welch
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, don't talk about style 'cause I'll violate
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I annihilate
Let the gun sound, drum sound, then sirens play
How many caskets can **** buy today? Trap boom
Fuck the classroom, Shawty said he got a tassel in the street
'Cause in school he only trap out the bathroom
Sellin' weed, grass roots and some pill capsules
Plus he can run in your pad with a mask like raccoons
They scavengin', they ain't dribblin', they travelin'
They ain't civil they savages, wrist little, they shootin' like Shawn Marion
Accurate, bag of shit, shit bag, body bag, bad shit happenin'
Bad men, bullets racket like badminton, that's past tense
Boy ya dumb, you your daddy son, never had shit
Little bad kid tryna act big, I'll send them home with a ass kickin'
And a Aspirin, stick to the Rap$$ shit
They bustin' they gun, but only in ad Libs
I know what the facts is, they really ain't bussin' them packages down
I was just hand to hand, they got the plan and found me out
****'ll wrap Saran, we on your land, surround your house
Lookin' out for my man, he down and bad, he down and out
**** be tryna laugh, we knock the grin from out your mouth
[Verse 2]
I'm up when the sun down
I'll sleep when my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground, you couldn't fuck with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
[Verse 3]
Look I'm tired of all the fuckin' talk about what you talkin' 'bout
Talkin' to them about snatchin' yo tongue up out of yo fuckin' mouth
Pops said, "Be silent and observe, two ears and one mouth"
A **** got it for a purpose, gone pop that pussy, baby
You got it for a purpose, I know I just got off topic
I just had to insert it 'cause I'm a pervert
Anyways, word, I'm still broke as a fuck
My big homie just passed, he was young and not old enough
To not be bumpin' P Troy in that box Chevy
With the knock beat ,down the block, fuck a tall bitch till she's knock kneed
What you not gone do is sit and say that you got me
'Cause when had fell it's 'cause people had dropped me
I never trust a **** sayin' trust me
Be stupid to trust a bitch, the only time she love me is when we fuckin'
The truth'll come out the closet all dirty and dusty
But a real **** can't get touched by Sandusky
Dodge your stampede, I done seen Jumanji
Run up on it, I promise he end up runnin'
Fuck a runner, run a check, still checkin' my balance to pay my mom debt
I ain't quite fulfilled my promise yet
And I didn't finish college but it wasn't time for that
But I got an A in vagina Ed.
And I'm from the A like Simon says
Everybody do the same shit except for JID
Now what the problem is?
[Verse 4]
I'm up when the sun down
I'll sleep when my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground, you couldn't fuck with my bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, uh
Written by: Destin Route, John Welch, Peter Mudge