[Intro]
Yo
It’s that nigga DatBoyJaden, you feel me?
The shit I be talking about is shit I do on a day-to-day basis
(OMG DatBoyJaden)
While you niggas and bitches poppin’ it on the net, banging the set
I’m in the studio making hit records (OMG DatBoyJaden)
That y’all gon’ play on y’all cassettes, haha
I’m this young and already did more than you and your parents ever did
I’m this young and still harder than your favorite rappers
You better ask somebody, haha
Look
[Tag]
Holla at ’em, Jaden
[Verse 1]
Now I spit that other shit, that DatBoyJaden stunna shit
Real nigga, like 6'2, fine, I does this shit
Sneakin’, poppin’ shit under breath, you gotta smuggle it
Y’all be on my dick and my balls, y’all be juggling
Y’all fake monеy, car wash, raised money
I’m the typе to blow a bag, fuck bitches, take money
Tell them niggas get off they ass, this is self-made money
Everything I get, wear, and buy — this well-paid money
I got the hardest shit, in school the smartest kid
Them AP classes don’t faze me, I harvest it
Real rapper, lyricist, I conduct the hardest ship
Fuck I wanna listen to your music for? Go market it (nigga)
Stop lyin’, ’cause in person you was cryin’
On the ’Gram you was poppin’ it, that bullshit we not buyin’ (nigga)
I’m hot in the summer, I’m hot in the winter, I’m hot in fall
Spring, master-sharp like a splinter, bitch
[Interlude]
The shit I be talkin’, I really live and go through
So it’s easy for me to make a hit record
All that hatin’ shit you niggas be on
Eventually gon’ catch up to you
All that mouth — stop actin’ like a bitch
[Verse 2]
Niggas, I beat ’em all up, come back fists balled up
Y’all niggas like to jump, be scared, y’all all fucked
I don’t cut but I’ll fight, them fades y’all all duck
Whole school starin’ like “Jaden, what the fuck?”
It’s like that, Jaden
Come right back, Jaden
Don’t beat his ass, make family sad
Don’t do ’em like that, Jaden
Oh, you for real?
Yeah, I’m for real
These niggas unreal
That’s how you feel?
That’s how I feel
No need to conceal
That’s how I feel, bitch
I’ll hit you niggas with a broom, and I don’t care which
This fly shit that I be talkin’ will make you feel rich
Been that nigga since 2008
I’m still standin’, 17 years tall, got y’all sick — equate
Broke-ass niggas, haha
[Interlude]
You niggas can’t even afford Tylenol, Pepto-Bismol
Cheap-ass niggas, great value, Family Dollar-ass niggas (haha)
Look, haha
[Verse 3]
Fake friends
Niggas be fake friends, fake friends
Got me contemplatin’, thinkin’ like why we became friends
All them niggas fake and phony, I don’t need to make friends
Because I learned after years, great friends remain friends
They gon’ stab you in your back, might spit on your grave
They don’t support until you hot, then wanna ride your wave
Hold on — them niggas busters
Like playin’ games, call ’em Dave
If it’s not ass-whoopings you crave
Bitch, don’t misbehave
Suck my dick, you’s a bitch — but I know you’ll do it
You’s a trick, it makes me sick, man, I’m about to lose it
Lunatic, you crazy bitch, tighten up and screw it
Flip the switch, get up, don’t flinch — like Nike, I’ma do it
She’s graceless (ha), placeless
She a fake friend, fuck nigga every date, bitch
Can’t trust her, she ain’t got Fenty? Styles aplenty?
Can’t cuff her
She ain’t that pretty? Mono, Da Vinci?
Can’t love her
[Interlude]
Man, what the fuck you mean, “What 16-year-old you know dressing like this?”
Me, bitch — everywhere I go I put that shit on
You niggas don’t know fashion
Y’all be basic, tight-ass pants, big-ass shoes, clown-ass niggas
[Outro]
You wanna talk fashion? Well, what the fuck you askin’?
I pull up in my cowboy hat, boots, long packin’
I walk in, fly as fuck, everybody gaspin’
You think I’m gay the way I dress — but yo son saggin’ (eww)
I know I’m stunnin’, you niggas shocked
Y’all get my crumbs, leftovers like a bird, y’all flock
I ain’t gon’ argue, might I warn you — you might get socked
Dumb nigga, pick yo pants up before you drop
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