R.I.E - Jammin’ letra (lyrics)

Yeah i do it for the sport
For the sport haha

Uh jammin', jammin’
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo bitches stomach while
You fucking cuddling
You scream that she got a bun up in the oven
Now that bun is toast in
Case you fucking wondering, wooh
Then I hit your temple damn
Your brain disgusting wooh
I’m just killing tracks you know
This shit ain't nothing new
Got handouts for all my people
That be in a pinch
Say you ain't jealous but bitch
You greener than the Grinch
Jammin', jammin'
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
You'd think I’m Jamaican when
I get to puffin’ got the munchies
Pussy in my fucking lunch tin
Throw the residue up in the fucking dustbin
Wooh look inside the dustbin you
See fucking nothing, wooh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' like
Bob Marley's cousin, wooh
Jammin', jammin’, jammin' meet me
In the section, wooh
I just hit the gas station got me protection
Wooh jammin', jammin', jammin'
Jammin', jammin', jammin'
Shit I'm whipping yellow but
This shit ain't custard don't be touching
Please bitch don't be touching
This shit right here will get
Your fucking granny buzzing
She sent me a text saying that she's late
Fuck it man it's time to
Make my great escape
No boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no boo
No boo she said not that "late" and
She'll be home by 8
Told her it ain't funny when
She fucks with me
I ain't having kids because
That shit ain't free
Except for my dad I guess he got away
But that shit a story for another day
Jammin', jammin'
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Jammin', jammin'
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Jammin', jammin'
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo bitches stomach while
You fucking cuddling