I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture
Bitch I'm still that nigga (Yeah)
Hoe, I'm still that nigga (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm still that nigga (Hoe)
Better look close and realize that I'm still that nigga boy
( Verse 1 )
I been that nigga, I always win nigga
Haunt these rappers dreams like a team of boogeymen nigga
Get that pussy wet, enjoy the cascade
These niggas claim they real but it is simply just a masquerade
When you mentioning the best my name should be brought up
If you ain't up to speed let me get you caught up
Blow so much smoke that shit be looking like some saw dust
I'm hotter than Texas weather in late August
A song a day keeps my bars in shape
Feed me rappers, feed me beats
Just stack 'em on my plate
It's Jay F. Tae, the F is not for fake
If I jump inside her puddle, I'ma turn it to a lake
Break down the cigarillo
Stuff it full of white widow
Trying to find a bad bitch so I can stick it in her middle
Got the game sewed up, pussy nigga check the thread count
Commit homicide with these words, check the kill count
You should know by now that ain't nobody stopping this
Fyi, I get more brain than a neurologist
Wrist shining, yeah it's looking like Metropolis
I right wrongs but don't claim that I'm a novelist
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture
Bitch I'm still that nigga (Yeah)
Hoe, I'm still that nigga (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm still that nigga (Hoe)
Better look close and realize that I'm still that nigga boy
( Verse 2 )
If you got what I got, you would feel how I feel
Got that nickel-plated steel
So you better guard your grill
I'm a crazy ass nigga that will take on a whole army
Risk-taker, daredevil, stunting, living largely
Am I worried, hardly
I kill these rappers harshly
My pockets looking fat but yo' money looking sparsely
Riding by myself smoking on that sour diesel
There is no equivalent so do not claim to be my equal
I'm faded, I'm gone
I'm fucked up, I'm on
I'm in my zone so leave me alone
That gun got a hair-trigger, give yo' ass a crew cut
Bands a make her dance, and turn into a true slut
It's Jay F. Tae, and the F is for fried
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit then them motherfucker's lied
I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
I got that gun drawn, let me paint a vivid picture
Yeah I'm still that nigga (D5)
Yeah I'm still that nigga (Hoe)
Yeah, I'm still that nigga (Bitch)
Until the day I die I'ma always be that nigga boy