Jay Shades - Intro Lyrics

J-A-Y
OCM the guys
Fuego Gang
Thang baby
Label on the rise
I think she wan tit I can see it in her eyes
Anybody want it we can step into the street
Get the image
Get the picture
Cause we'll prolly never meet
After highschool
Cause the people that you bring
Aren't the type to even be
The type to even hang wit Yokai
Cabbage
Essay
Shit or even me
Legs spread
I'll get a feast
Bitch, I'm fresh like Febreze
You can tell I got the sauce
Cause it's all up on her knees
Bless the beat
Like I just sneezed
Wu-tang
It taught me
C.R.E.A.M
My conscience told me
Motivation isn't bitches
Get the green
I got OCM
Fuego gang
The label
On the team
Make me bust a bust a pipe
I think I her boost her self-esteem
Think I like the kitty bald
Shiny
Smooth like Mr clean
And I'm sure double I
Gon stab the beat right thru the spleen
Motherf*cker
If I gave it to him
He gon have to go another round
Go another round
Going up it's going down
Coming at yo town
Yeah I'm right up at her gown
Better level up
You get the bag
And et cetera
Name a better clutch
Then a rock star
Heavy metal bruh
I got several
Reasons for me to not be sweating ya
Tryna ride a bike
Outta spite
I'll f*ck ya petals up
Like a flower boy
I'm just Tyler making noise
A$AP wit the beats
Might just activate a poise
Got these niggas switching sides
Like they had another choice
Keep her at a distance
Just my voice can make her moist
Lil chick
They jealous
Who said it
Ask never
Said the goons just ready
Nah the thump-er ain't modded
Boy the tools just heavy
We can go out to Miami
New ass
New belly
Lil bitch
Cautious
Lost me
Got paid regards went
Out the door cause garbage
Goes out tomorrow
We don't share these hoes
So
At the best they borrowed
Said she wanted to shine
Got her lube with sparkles
Got you in ya bag
Like we just went shopping
I beg your pardon
I'm a soldier marching
I am seasoned
Hardened
Bitch