Lieu - ​jame2 lyrics

Oh, oh, I feel like Jame with the bag out
He wanted smoke but he backed out
I cannot fuck with lil bro, he a fan now
Carry my sons, I gave them free handouts
Can't give a fuck about your handle
Wasting my time, I can't hate on a random
I keep that Glock with a drum
We gon' spam him pull up with hallow tips
They gonna hit you up
You wanted to talk out your mouth
I see through the sight, aim it down
I cannot make that shit up
Talk out his neck, i told him to pay up
I feel like Rab with a red dot
We about to jugg all that he got

Oh, oh, I feel like Jame with the bag out
He wanted smoke but he backed out
I cannot fuck with lil bro, he a fan now
Carry my sons, I gave them free handouts
Can't give a fuck about your handle
Wasting my time, I can't hate on a random
I keep that Glock with a drum
We gon' spam him pull up with hallow tips
They gonna hit you up
You wanted to talk out your mouth
I see through the sight, aim it down
I cannot make that shit up
Talk out his neck, i told him to pay up
I feel like Rab with a red dot
We about to jugg all that he got

(I'm makin' money like Jame, bitch
I'm makin' money like Jame
Choppa gon' spray, he talk down
Choppa gon' spray
Bitch, I'm makin' money like Jame
I'm makin' money for Jame
I'm makin' money with Jame
I'm makin' money, don't give a fuck
Bitch, 'cause you a lame, I'm makin'
Money, make money for Jame, make money)
I don't know who the fuck
Jame is, shoutout Jame, yeah

Pull up with hallow tips
They gonna hit you up
You wanted to talk out your mouth
I see through the sight, aim it down
I cannot make that shit up
Talk out his neck, i told him to pay up
I feel like Rab with a red dot
We about to jugg all that he g-