Jerly - Dial Up, Bria, Magic Williams

Jerly on me swinging

Jerly on me swinging

Got that jerly on me swinging

That jerly on me swinging

I’ma jump in it like this

She put her tit on my dick

I do not eat with the kids

Grown boy whipping the grits

Always greet with a kiss

Always leave with your bitch

First, she sent me a pic

Then she sent me a vid

Then she came in person

And I asked her to do it again

Know I stick with the shit

Shoot your shit with a stick

1 plus 2 make 3, try nigga hand be gripping the 6

You cannot do what I did

You cannot move where I live

Free The Nip activist

Knock the wind out of it

Make room for the kid, hey

Stay tuned for the end, hey

Got bread to spend, hey

Don’t care what your friends, say

Fuck you and the feds, hey

Fucked her and her friends, hey

I walked in like hell no

Niggas talking out of they jail phones

Got 3G's in my cell phone

Talking 3G's til my neck show

Every song got em like who dis?

Even though Wavi is well known

We sell tix like Boston, my teeth sore from this flossin'

I don’t drive but I saw the Wraith and yeah, nigga I copped it

Rich nigga need options, need something to do with this profit

Made 30k in the day to day so you gotta make deposits

Yeah been living at my own risk

My shit slaps, yours just flicks

I rap facts, you just diss

I rap real, you rap just

A nigga out here don’t rap for shit

You got a nigga leaning like actavis

You run shit like laxatives, you rapping but you ain’t packing shit

You know I aim to kill and I know you aim to miss, nigga

These ladies crazy, they really fuck with the flow

But I’m standing on stage, watching shorties go throw sum mo

Running with the sack I’m like Johnny Moore

Running late cause we had a show

Got another show and another show

Niggas wanna rap like Baby though

Shit, I’m tryna rap like Jay-Z though, got 80 hoes what’s up shit

Niggas ice cold, you would think we froze

So tired you would think we dozed off

These niggas listen, I’m gonna shine, I’m gonna glisten

Lincoln fiending for a quesadilla fresh up out the mission

Reminiscing bout one time that I went to go get it

We was sitting in the kitchen, next thing we kissing

She calling me a magician when I hit her with transitions

Then I went to go get it, lord forgive me for smashing kittens

God!

Seen you lurking on the gram bout a week ago

Double tapping on pics that are like 50 weeks old

You must be missing and reminiscing but don’t get it twisted

See your girl be dissin' («Oh y’all broke up?»)

You trippin'

See, I only ride with niggas making over 6 figures

The heavy hitters

Dropping stacks on supreme bricks and golden shitters

0, 0, 0, 0, zeros in your checkbook

Jealous bitches hating

Call em Haiti they so fuckin shook

Girls say who are you?

Bitch, who is me?

Ask your nigga he keep calling («Why?»)

Look and see

My waist is hella small and my hair is hella curly

See me shining in the light

That’s my Becca and my jerly, nigga