Top Songs By JAHMED
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAHMED
Performer
Jahmed Carlisle
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAHMED
Songwriter
Donnell Stephens III
Songwriter
Dillan Beau Bailard
Songwriter
Reginald D. Rainey III
Songwriter
Jeremy Alexander Uribe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bregma
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Aye, that's on God
Yeah, hey lift me up
Jah gon' hit you, what you want?
Jah gon' hit you, what you need?
Jah gon' hit it with a pump, headshot **** lump when I pull up
Gots the thot bust, leave her on E (On E)
I'm in love with my ex, so there's nothing that you provide that I need (On God)
Unless the pussy on pookie
My future wife named Pookie
I'm 'bout to pull up and throwback
They don't make me no more, Suzuki
Triple flip the skelly till my ears show
Banging Triple 6 out this speaker
We on Skid Row
My **** feindin', that's why
They pull up a two-piece, Popeyes
My **** feindin', they ain't eating, look like Popeye
[Verse 2]
I don't give a Fendi Fuck
Bitch, I'm off the drugs, tell that bitch come lift me up
Chain around my neck, I wish a **** stick me up
I can't find my whip, I need my bitch to pick me up
Tell a paramedic come and pick 'em up
Phone going crazy, I can't even pick it up
Bitch I'm off the drugs, tell that bitch come lift me up
I can't find my whip, I need my bitch to pick me up
[Verse 3]
Go legit, I go ape, stupid, dumb on my fours and shit
It go numb on the tongue, you gon' throw that shit (You gon' have to, you gon' have to)
You gon' thrown that shit
You gon' have to work that shit (You gon' have to, you gon' have to)
You gon' hurt this shit (Choppa, choppa)
Hol' up bitch, who wanna be my main thang? And I'm like "No lil' bitch"
Wanna give a **** neck and I'm like throw that pen
Play with me, I'll knock you down just like a bowling pin
Hol' up, bitch
Hold up my ****, my cup got that Yoda, no soda, that shit poured it into me
Sipping that dirty, my shit not detergent, I'm cleaning up all of my enemies
Hold up, word up, bitch, I'm poured up, I keep low in pager
Cell phone boom so much, I had to call that lil' bitch later
[Verse 4]
I don't give a Fendi fuck
Bitch, I'm off the drugs, tell that bitch come lift me up
Chain around my neck, I wish a **** stick me up
I can't find my whip, I need my bitch to pick me up
Tell a paramedic come and pick 'em up
Phone going crazy, I can't even pick it up
Bitch, I'm off the drugs, tell that bitch come lift me up
I can't find my whip, I need my bitch to pick me up
Written by: Dillan Beau Bailard, Donnell Stephens III, JAHMED, Jeremy Alexander Uribe, Reginald D. Rainey III