Chance acid rapper soccer hacky sacker Cocky khaki jacket jacker Slap-happy faggot slapper Iraqi rocket rocket launcher Shake that Laffy Taffy jolly raunchy rapper Dang dang dang skeet skeet skeet She do that thing for three retweets The album feel like '92 Then take that bomb for Heat three-peat Chance ho I said cruising on that LSD Ask yourself about my deal You'll go batshit "hell yeah let's eat " This shit my favorite song You just don't know the words But I still fuck with you You just ain't never heard It go like: count that stack Pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that zan And all my ladies 'bout that bag This my jam this my jam This my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam Young Rascal Flatts Young ass kid ass could rap Fuck all the faculty tobacco-packing acrobat Back-to-back packin' bags back And forth with fifths of Jack Enforce the weed I'm back to pack on hands With young Cletus to pat my back Real nigga with a nose ring that's right Just here to rap them songs Rag on my hair wrap Weed in Vegas rockin' Vagabonds Sang a song oh you don't know What Well I still bang with you Hang with you sip drank with you As long as I can sang with you like: This shit my favorite song You just don't know the words But I still fuck with you You just ain't never heard It go like: count that stack Pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that zan And all my ladies 'bout that bag This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam Yeah Niggas please be focused That 'Bino you know this He rep the home of Sosas You know I'm from that Zone 6 You know I rep that Stone shit You know your 'hood is so clit As God as my witness This Will Smith spit real shit I'm a be that CG busy gettin' where the weed at Bought your girl some new kneepads You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag My stars egad she said: "this my favorite song" "Hold my purse" Now she on the floor droppin' like it's hot You blast this shit in Abercrombie When your work is finished Your mom won't play it in the car Cause it's got cursing in it Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you "he want his percentage Cause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin' is it " Two-step White dude's Harlem Shake Why you laughing Cause you Harlem Shake I was never fake I was just too good to be true That's acid rap we killed the track You had your chance and 'Bino too This shit my favorite song You just don't know the words But I still fuck with you you just ain't never heard It go like: count that stack Pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that zan And all my ladies 'bout that bag This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm 'bout that jam I'm bout that jam