Jasper by KyMari Lyrics
I'm sick of basics I need some exotic
I got a lot to give I’m sick and tired of being modest
If we going down I’m hoping that I gain some knowledge
New designer, Nike shoes and silver what we rocking
I need a baby spicy like a tuna roll
I’m out this bitch I’m on the road
I’m kissing on some Mulatto
I made the teacher’s honor roll
And I think that it’s safe to say
They gone have to know the name
Teach em like I made the game
And cut off all these snakes and lames
Okay time to cook
Let’s prеp the kitchen
I got drive likе Forza engines
Turn me on where’s the ignition
I’ll tell you if you’re here to listen
I’m picking up the pen and pad
I know they glad
Cause I just dropped a single with a thug
And now they call me slat
Oh boy you mad
Okay get back
Break you apart like a kit kat
They tryna shoot up my mojo
But I never fold cause a nigga got big gats
They used to hate me in the past
Now they praise me when I pass
The epitome of their desires
But I’m never giving back
Okay champion’s ring
Did it myself I ain’t claiming no team
Don’t need no face fuck an Adam Levine
And I made this shit real don’t you call it a dream
They popping them pills
And they sippin that lean
Talking bout thuggin
They walk with a beam
Depositing many checks at my convenience
So shut up a nigga preparing a speech
I guess that you are what you eat
Does that make me pussy
I got me some buzz from a single so
I keep me a stick on me I call it woody
They laugh at me I said I’d shoot it but
They all acting like I wouldn’t
I did it but I guess I shouldn’t have
But niggas are so fucking stupid
I'm sick of basics I need some exotic
I got a lot to give I’m sick and tired of being modest
If we going down I’m hoping that I gain some knowledge
New designer, Nike shoes and silver what we rocking
I need a baby spicy like a tuna roll
I’m out this bitch I’m on the road
I’m kissing on some Mulatto
I made the teacher’s honor roll
And I think that it’s safe to say
They gone have to know the name
Teach em like I made the game
And cut off all these snakes and lames
I shot at his dome
Take a lil off the top
I’m flexing them diamonds
They call me the rock
These niggas be plotting and snitching and killing
But fear not I’m giving it all that I got
Yes I’m locked in like it’s matrimony
All your music’s kind of boring
Talking shit I keep that .40
You don’t even know the story
Drop in like batman
Action
What is been happening
Niggas is lacking
Laughing
Came from the badlands
Gassing
Shoot at these niggas
I’m leaving they ass in past tense
Shot at his head that’s a bloody beret
I took his shawty and gave her my name
Your pistol on deck but I’m drawing my ace
My nigga what else is there really to say?
I got a lot to give I’m sick and tired of being modest
If we going down I’m hoping that I gain some knowledge
New designer, Nike shoes and silver what we rocking
I need a baby spicy like a tuna roll
I’m out this bitch I’m on the road
I’m kissing on some Mulatto
I made the teacher’s honor roll
And I think that it’s safe to say
They gone have to know the name
Teach em like I made the game
And cut off all these snakes and lames
Okay time to cook
Let’s prеp the kitchen
I got drive likе Forza engines
Turn me on where’s the ignition
I’ll tell you if you’re here to listen
I’m picking up the pen and pad
I know they glad
Cause I just dropped a single with a thug
And now they call me slat
Oh boy you mad
Okay get back
Break you apart like a kit kat
They tryna shoot up my mojo
But I never fold cause a nigga got big gats
They used to hate me in the past
Now they praise me when I pass
The epitome of their desires
But I’m never giving back
Okay champion’s ring
Did it myself I ain’t claiming no team
Don’t need no face fuck an Adam Levine
And I made this shit real don’t you call it a dream
They popping them pills
And they sippin that lean
Talking bout thuggin
They walk with a beam
Depositing many checks at my convenience
So shut up a nigga preparing a speech
I guess that you are what you eat
Does that make me pussy
I got me some buzz from a single so
I keep me a stick on me I call it woody
They laugh at me I said I’d shoot it but
They all acting like I wouldn’t
I did it but I guess I shouldn’t have
But niggas are so fucking stupid
I'm sick of basics I need some exotic
I got a lot to give I’m sick and tired of being modest
If we going down I’m hoping that I gain some knowledge
New designer, Nike shoes and silver what we rocking
I need a baby spicy like a tuna roll
I’m out this bitch I’m on the road
I’m kissing on some Mulatto
I made the teacher’s honor roll
And I think that it’s safe to say
They gone have to know the name
Teach em like I made the game
And cut off all these snakes and lames
I shot at his dome
Take a lil off the top
I’m flexing them diamonds
They call me the rock
These niggas be plotting and snitching and killing
But fear not I’m giving it all that I got
Yes I’m locked in like it’s matrimony
All your music’s kind of boring
Talking shit I keep that .40
You don’t even know the story
Drop in like batman
Action
What is been happening
Niggas is lacking
Laughing
Came from the badlands
Gassing
Shoot at these niggas
I’m leaving they ass in past tense
Shot at his head that’s a bloody beret
I took his shawty and gave her my name
Your pistol on deck but I’m drawing my ace
My nigga what else is there really to say?