GRM Daily Rated

[Intro] J Hus, young daily rated Hustla Baby AuhAuhAuh Oh My (Verse 1) Bad B, I make her hold my beater Body looking like a brick of cociena Yo, half white, half Jamaican She phones my line whenever She spots a paigon Ooh, She's my ride or die Her body make em say oh my, oh my Wrist looking all Michael Kors Her body make a nigga take time and pause Yo, In the party Lemme get down Shit gets popping, all my Niggas get down Go round there Everybody get down I never eat the pussy But them other Niggas get down What? A yo my yout' You can't eat pum'pum and try draw my zoot No way, A yo my yout' You can't eat pum'pum and try draw my zoot Big fat tool everywhere I go I'm a cool guy But they say I'm psycho I'm in the Volkswagen Banging out Jhene Aiko They claim they're bad But they're telling lies though Moving loose with the one pop Like I'm on something If I miss the first time Then Imma gun buck him Trust me, I ain't playing no games Ask them boys I ain't saying no names Don't at me on twitter Talking bout you don't like me I beg you grow some balls and come find me Ride outs, that's the shit you're not used to Real bad boys, never comment on YouTube Rappers wanna warn me They ain't got no fire Face getting bait So I roll with the blow drier You weren't there when I was having my hard days Who banged shots in front of African Marj's? Wait hold up, I swear that was Juju jay? I don't know, I can't lie fam I couldn't say But he's moist, How'd you know?, I just heard Why spread rumors, come and buck me you nerd Gun powder on my jacket I still wore it the next day Vouch for myself I give a fuck what the rest say These Niggas only trappers on a weekend Hate me, I got you're favourite rappers In my DM's Paigons had me ducking The last time I left my ball at home Now Twenty-Fours, I'm with my tools I never roll alone I got a thousand rivals Still I couldn't fear none Ride on me, I leave my shank in your air drum I rid a hundred times I ain't caught nobody That's why Juju Jay still ain't caught no bodies Well, I can't lie Man will ball a couple nobody's Them man are fuck boys Me, I'm one of the top boys All these Niggas turn fake as the time goes by All I need, all I need is my ride or die We got a bond, I never knew we had She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag Uh, She fell in love with the Hus Uh-Uh, I'm the one that she trusts J Hus on the speakers Any time that we touch base Buss Gun, buss juj, then we buss case Don't panic, don't panic (Verse 2) I can't lie I'm a sucker for a pretty face Bad B, thick thighs and a mini waist When she needs that loving I can hear it from her tone I call her my diamond She's from Sierra Leone They say I'm no good Imma prove you're friends wrong Who would have thought You'd fall in love with an ex-con She never wanna know me When I was bruck and poor She's my home girl But now she want something more Them Niggas watching me Why they watching me? Like my nigga won't use that beater You're girl be watching me Yeah she watching me And she be like who's that geezer I said this already I don't really spit game I tell her they call me J Hus That's my nickname She said stop You ain't gotta say this I got all your songs on my playlist Hustla Baby