Fortnite – OBN Jay

Khris James, what the fuck?
OBN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Da-da-da-da)
Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah
(Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah)
Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah

Know creatures really crawl at night
Step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
And that’s what’s happenin’
My lil’ nigga knock you off like Fortnite
Just got a call last night like, “Jay, I had to take another bleach bath”
We litty, H say, “Come bring me another cup”
Them digits, I fucked around and ran them bitches up
No ceiling, I ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
No kiddin’, a lot of fake bitches faking the funk

Don’t need no alcohol, I’m turnt, I’m out my top, that’s how I am
Forever me, I guess they like it, that’s why they bring out them cams
‘Member them nights up in the streets, smokin’ my smoke at 3 a.m
Now I’m in ‘yo, I hear a beat and I go dump when I hear ’em
Pull up dumb with my Louis pouch on
Smellin’ real good, Bond No. 9 on
Thuggin’ in the hood, pullin’ up when I want
Credit real good, check it off an iPhone
Remember no cable, remember watchin’ FBZ
Now mama, look at your baby performing all on BET
My niggas, they some gators, bite your ass soon as you touch the streets
I really chase paper, give a fuck ’bout what a nigga tweet

Know creatures really crawl at night
Step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
And that’s what’s happenin’
My lil’ nigga knock you off like Fortnite
Just got a call last night like, “Jay, I had to take another bleach bath”
We litty, H say, “Come bring me another cup”
Them digits, I fucked around and ran them bitches up
No ceiling, I ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
No kiddin’, a lot of fake bitches faking the funk

It’s all wrong
Yeah, I help a lot, but I be assed out ’cause I don’t have no one to call on
Save breath ’cause my dawg gone
Dre, I know I might see you another day, watch over me while I record songs
Ooh, I made another couple grand today
Now I be fresher than a bitch like toothpaste
New wave, shit, I fucked around, created a new race
Fugazi, these niggas ain’t my kind, we ain’t the same
Don’t I act a fuckin’ donkey? Yes, I do
Young nigga shit bad, I’ma give it how they want it, I’m the truth
My money goin’ up and now I’m childish, fightin’ with the coupes
Still hollering, “Fuck 12,” and, “Free my dawgs,” I never trust a troop

Know creatures really crawl at night
Step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
And that’s what’s happenin’
My lil’ nigga knock you off like Fortnite
Just got a call last night like, “Jay, I had to take another bleach bath”
We litty, H say, “Come bring me another cup”
Them digits, I fucked around and ran them bitches up
No ceiling, I ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
No kiddin’, a lot of fake bitches faking the funk