MO JAMS (feat. DC2Trill, Lil Yachty, Draft Day & KARRAHBOOO)

Yeah (a slow jam)
This a MO JAM (it's the BRA) (for my baby, and for me, ooh)
Call this motherfucker a MO JAM (MWP shit, uh-huh, you hear me?)

Red Dirt baby, I can't go back to broke
This drank old, same age as the Pope
Open my eyes, and I'm pullin' it close
Walk in the store, and I look for a liter
Granny just called, told her I'm goin' on tour
Keep me in your prayers while I turn up these people (turn up these people)
This bitch thick like Tuna Helper
My pop looks like Idris Elba
2T my duty, I met her in Louis
She come through and chew me, don't go to the movies (huh)
Crackin' the seal, I don't need no bargain
This codeine so raw, you can serve it with sushi (codeine so raw)
I'm in DC for twelve hours
But it's a pint so I pass it to Tunechi
In a big body with twelve lighters
Three pints, six coochies (damn)
Word to the boss, its time, baby
That nigga broke, out of line, baby
I got money like your pastor, shawty
Spend this shit all the time, baby
She triflin' as fuck, but she look like a keeper (look like a keeper)
Put it on God, we ain't believe in you either (no)
It's my meet and greet, but it's quite nice to meet you
You petty as hell tryna keep it equal

Well, comin' from dirt
All I could afford to do was dream
Never would I think I'd grow as a man
Spendin' 500K cash on codeine (yup)
Never could I imagine switchin' my team (nope)
Never did give in and buy me some Tris
'23 Maybach, same year as my bitch
Brown inside with the rims, deep dish
She pretty, I kiss, my life is a bliss
Send her home quick, a bullet I miss
She think it's my loss, I let her just think it
Rider got ten liquor bottles a show
She for the hoes, the 'Crete never drink it (yup)
Blowin' up my phone, I can't ever link it (nope)
Jeweler put all of these stones and rocks on a boat (shh, shh)
Floodin', it's water on water, but he'll never sink it (shh, shh)
Your chain is a trinket (it's us)
Got ten different whips like a red state local
Poppin' a X, fuckin' a buggaboo
Hidin' my face behind clear bifocals (damn)
Don't be offended askin' my fee
When I finally respond and I give you the total (yeah)
All who inspires me most became moguls (shh)
Just me and Boy with some hoes up in Soto (yeah)
Beatin' in your B, treatin' on your boo
Anywhere, everywhere, just like a dojo
I don't take pics with my shirt off, I am not Boris Kodjoe (yeah)
I take a thot and I turn her bicoastal (yeah)
If I'm not home, send the pints through the postal (shh)
Baby, what you do not know will not hurt you
Do somethin' yourself when around the business, it don't concern you

Look
Well, shit, its my turn too
We gave you swag, so remember who taught you
First round, I'm off a four and a walkthrough
You keep the liquor, she easy to talk to
Know that she choosin' on me, cannot fault you
Took that shit back to the spot, then I hit it
Played some slow jams so we rocked out to Twista
I like you both so just come with your sister
I'm ready to blitz 'em, it's lit like a missile
Karats, not crystals, I ride with my pistol
It's us till the end
Want me to trip, my dog ready to spin
Eight hoes stuffed in the truck
In the rat, we was gone in the wind
They ready to sin
I prayed for this life, so I gotta go in
Now is my time, but I been already ready
What's on your mind? Shit, nothin' but fetti
Ready to pop out, and stunt like confetti
I'm on they head, finna cut it, Kill Bill
Uppin' my rank, I'm the kin' of the hill
I'm so 'crete, baby, it's me and 2trill
Niggas be fake, they allergic to real
I'm steppin' Shaquille, I know how to play
You know them two words, so go on and say it
Slow that shit down, baby, I'm tryna hear it us, man
Yuh (a slow jam, for my baby, and for me, ooh)

'Crete
All of my riches, I made for my mama (go)
I used to window shop at Rag-O-Rama (go, go)
Used to wait tables, now they wait for me (us)
Forty-five thousand, I fixed up my teeth (us)
I used to look at rich folks on TV (damn)
Dreamin' that could be me, now I'm well on my way
Just didn't think it'd be as fast as today (okay)
Overnight shawty, my bestie don't play (let's go)
Black as the TV turned off I can say
Nigga, negro, or whatever, don't bother me (go, go)
You could be rich, if you win in psychology
My bitches don't judge niggas astrology
Young bitch, I'm here to boost up the economy
I won't ride in the back of Ducati's
But I'll ride passenger of a Bugatti
I'll go Abu Dhabi, bein' rich is my hobby
We packed out the lobby (damn)
I'm Concrete's finest, I'm 'Crete till the death (go)
Folks askin' me if I'm black, dumb bitch, I'm the same as the refs (okay)
Sure, all these birds can stay at the nest
I'm in a hurry, I gotta get rest
Bitch, I been up for three days, no sleep (us)
Geekin' off E, got a blick in the seat
It's gon' sing like the woman married to Jay-Z (go, go)
Three O's in the BOoO, don't you ever forget it (damn)
I used to ride around town in a Civic (damn)
Gotta leave out the old niggas that hit it (us)
I'm a rich bitch, so I don't even pass (okay)
In the backseat, mixin' grabba with gas
Ms Not-The-Two, goin' bad on they ass (yeah)
I don't have class, I'm ready to spazz (not the two)