Jello

[Intro]
(Haha)

[Chorus: Texok0]
Yeah, must be Jello, 'cause that shit don't sit like that (Oh my God)
Yeah, walk inside that trap, I had to play it back
Whoa, feel like I am Santa, 'cause I got that sack (On my bod)
Brand new Moncler coat, took it out the bag
Brand new Glock 19, took it out the back (Yuh)
So many tips, pulled 'em out, it's aimed at his ass (Yeah)
Told that bitch, do with your head, ho, not your ass
I told that bitch she get one shot, but that's not for her ass

[Verse 1: Texek0]
I pull up on that block for beamin', boy I love that cash
Thought he a trap star, I'll point that bitch out, he ran fast
My car brand new, this shit don't come with no fuckin' dash
I'm in a Tesla, I'm like "Nyoom", then I crash

[Verse 2: Lil Eggsoup]
Crash, crash
You can't get yo' shit back
Hit my brake, then relapse
Bad little bih' like Doja Cat
Be with me, you can't handle that
Pull up at yo' crib, world war draft
Wе at the crib, eatin' snacks
I'm with yo' ho, on my lap
Like a dancеr, I make it tap
Like Jello, movin' fast
Fill up the 80's, yeah we sippin' crack
Hellcat, and it's movin' real fast
I need some space, I don't think that boy last
(Will it last? Yeah)
Yeah, we runnin' around like an athlete
No room for the ho, she a blank sheet
Run up on the ho like I set 'em free
Glock 9, make 'em bleed
Do can take the keys, if you plead
No Santana, but I'm off the leash
Hit 'em with the magic, boom, capiche
Bro got hit, now he look like Lil Reese
Tryna expose me
But there ain't no receipts, yeah, damn

[Chorus: Texok0]
Yeah, must be Jello, 'cause that shit don't sit like that (Nyoom)
Yeah, walk inside that trap, I had to play it back
Whoa, feel like I am Santa, 'cause I got that sack
Brand new Moncler coat, took it out the bag
Brand new Glock 19, took it out the back (Uh)
So many tips, pulled 'em out, it's aimed at his head
Told that bitch, do with your head, ho, not your ass (Yuh)
I told that bitch she get one shot, but that's not for her ass

[Verse 3: Lil Eggsoup]
Crash, crash
Like Jello, it's movin' real fast
I got the bag, then ice on the dash
I'm with the melody, Johnny Cash
Up in the Backrooms, we got the gas
We got Glock 9's with the masks
Big ballers, you can call me Steve Nash
Big tie, you can tell me we're at