Don’t Get Me Started J $tash (Ft. KOHH)

[Verse 1: J $tash]
First off let’s get retarded
Lauderdale Broward County
Lot of hills, popping pills
Strippers on them blue dolphins
All I touch is blue hundreds
Got beef but ain’t do nothing
Say you shootin boy but shit
You ain’t shoot nothing
Lights on, lights out, I’m so iced out
Dead presidents up in the trap, call it the White House
You ain’t got no cast so what’s the motherfucking hype ‘bout?
Your bitch she love J $tash, she want a picture for some damn clout
I went and brought the bands out
My bitch she bad, she stand out
Hit another lick, I ain’t never had no hand out
But I went and brought the grams out
I mailed a pack bitch, straight to my gram gram’s house
You want a pack, you want them bands, you want to cash out
I made it back, I tripled that up in the trap house
Don’t make me go and pop the trunk, boy I will spaz out
You know I got another chopper on my damn couch

[Hook: J $tash]
Strapped up shawty
When I hit the club, life of the party
Pop another pill, let’s get retarded
Pistol on deck, don’t get me started