Top Songs By Jelly
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Elkins p/k/a “Jelly”
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Elkins p/k/a “Jelly”
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
First Class
Producer
Primo
Recording Engineer
Austin Ficklin
Mixing Engineer
Connor H. Carrol
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pussy ass ****, what's
[Verse 1]
I ain't gotta do no screamin' like these bitch ass ****
They know what going wit' Sane, I pull that Glock and I'ma blast, ****
I go off the top, you know what's goin', I might just crash, ****
I don't crash out, buckle up when you get in this whip
We got too many fires, you know what's going, bang B we got them trips
Yeah, Wodock, that's my fucking dog
He say, "Sane, you murder?", I'm rocking out wit' whatever he got goin'
****, you know regardless, your ass gettin' rolled
He ain't murder but that's my bro, whatever he on, ****, it's us versus them, huh
Know regardless we gon' take him down, I'm talkin' 'bout right now, huh
I got that sack and he got that sack but I need more, huh, huh
**** play, you know what's going, I'ma up this pole, huh
I just lost another pole, finna go buy like five more
Know what goin' wit' Yae, yo, I need Doechii, Doshay, huh
I need that Dolce and that fucking cake
Dolce and Gabbana step on your bitch, got them big steppers
LV, they on me, yeah, your bitch, yeah, we impressed her
Uh, she takin' pictures, huh, huh, I'm wit' Jelly, huh, huh
Get a bitch jealous, huh, huh, yeah, they did that
Young **** poppin' that shit, we from that 6 and we gon' kick that
Kick that muthafuckin' switch, that bitch got kickback, I know how to handle that
[Verse 2]
These **** be trippin', huh, these **** got glizzys, huh
We in the trenches where this shit just get real sticky, huh
These **** be really punks, you know I'm one of one, huh
London cake, I'm wit' Yae, we in London, huh
These **** be bitches, run, BTA ya son
Wolf of Peach, I'm in the streets, they call Big Jelly, huh
And I just lost a lung, I'm gettin' high like Chung
Fuckin' bitches every day, I do this shit for fun
Fuckin' bitches every day, you **** check the scoreboard
I tried to fly out that bitch, but she didn't have no passport
Get ya brother spent like we drivin' on a crash course
Could've paid her rent but the bitch, she asked for way more
You know this shit get slippery like we surfin' on a surf board
Belt to ass, ****, spank a **** on the head, boy
Fucked a thousand **** for a ass I could've paid for
BTA, young ****, I can get a **** K, boy
Written by: Justin Elkins p/k/a “Jelly”