Jamaica

[Chorus: Ytee]
She ain't even know a nigga hot till she walked in, walked in
She ain't even know a nigga lit till she clocked in, clocked in, yeah
My bitch she super bad I had to fly her from Jamaica (Jamaica, ya, ya)
Ask her what she wanted then she said a hundred acres (Said she want a hundred)

[Verse 1: Ytee]
They keep asking where he at
Told them meet me at the top
She pour me up a four
I told her bitch stop
They keep speaking on my name
Like when that nigga drop
If imma take the blamе
I want that nigga dropped (Dropped, dropped)
Bad gyal tеxting
Told her no relaxing
I won't spit a verse
Let these niggas know I'm taxing
I remember I ain't used to have shit
Now I'm rocking Fendi, bitches love my fashion

[Bridge 1: Ytee]
I keep reminiscing bout the moments that I've been through
That shit crazy
Like how that fuck nigga switched up, but I been knew
But I been, but I been

[Chorus: Ytee]
She ain't even know a nigga hot till she walked in, walked in
She ain't even know a nigga lit till she clocked in, clocked in, yeah
My bitch she super bad I had to fly her from Jamaica (Jamaica, ya, ya)
Ask her what she wanted then she said a hundred acres (Said she want a hundred)

[Verse 2: Alka]
I sent her a cab
And she told me it's fantastic
I know it's wrong
But she love it when I have it
She take it slow
And I like it when she grab it
I'm a slut
And she do it to me nasty
Nasty, I call her fasty
When she throw it back
She doing tricks looks like it's magic
Every time you need me yeah
You be on some mad shit
You know I got plenty hoes
Line up on my house bitch

[Bridge 2: Alka]
Yeah she know I'm grown, it's on again
I've been on the road alone again (Mhm)
Tryna heal my soul
Tryna heal my soul (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ytee]
She ain't even know a nigga hot till she walked in, walked in
She ain't even know a nigga lit till she clocked in, clocked in, yeah
My bitch she super bad I had to fly her from Jamaica (Jamaica, ya, ya)
Ask her what she wanted then she said a hundred acres (Said she want a hundred)