Famalam Jme

[Verse 1]
Bad boy tune, sick lyrics
Words and verbs, I don't smoke herbs
Outside parked up next to the curb
I've got a matte black souped up turbs
Full tank, private plate
Race and win, wheels and rims
I used to cotch in Tatum's and Pimm's
Now I jam in a recliner ting
Yeah, bad boy whip
Soon I'm gonna have a bad boy yard
I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip
And I get all my P from grime, hard
What? Say something, say something
I big up my chest, I say I'm the best
'Cause man's been doing this ting from way back
When I used to wear two-string vests

[Chorus]
Trust me, famalam
Mash up the whole party when I land
Don't try come clash me badderman
You must've had Jack D's and a gram
Trust me, famalam
Mash up the whole party when I land
Don't try come clash me badderman
You must've had Jack D's and a gram