Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer & Danny Towers
Jas The Producer & Korban Baxter & LANTING
Jas The Producer & Piccøn
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer & Korban Baxter
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
Jas The Producer
This song by Jas and Korrin serves as a diss to the Philadelphia rapper, Piccon, of whom rumors have recently spread online regarding allegations of an explicit context. The original vocals for this song were recorded prior to Piccon’s falling out with the Jas, and additional vocals from Korrin were...
(Intro: Korban Baxter)
I was- I'm the only nigga that this nigga would trust with information like that
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
I spent phone calls with this nigga
All them bitches that be in his fucking Discord
He always on some weird shit
And then he be like- he be trying to play it off like
"Oh yeah it's not my fault they come at me, I just reciprocate the energy"
Nigga, you weird bro
You're a fucking weirdo, nigga
I don't give a fuck what nobody says
You're weird, no matter how many songs
That D.O. shit, weak
That "I ain't hear shit"
Nigga, how the fuck you ain't hear shit and you making response disses, dumbass nigga
Thе fuck?
It don't make no fucking sense, you'rе weird as shit
And I fucking hope you die, you bitch ass nigga
Come to Philly
(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Yeah
Basketball courts and milk crates and corn bread
I'm taking trips on the greyhound now
So no top and the sky turn red
So watch the grass turn green
Know I was heated, so forget what I said
Still got your scent on your side of my bed
I know the good times passed
I know you're praying that I end up dead
It's just the thoughts in the back of my head
And that shit dug so deep
And now I keep you in my garden shed
I know the grass stay green when she on it
The Monday blues
The tears fallin' when I check this view
They come running down your avenue, yeah
And baby how can I remain humble with a check this blue?
So fuck a pill, I got a watch in my hands
I know my luck runs through
She took advice from her single ass friends
The white lies, see it straight from my lens
I didn't think we would make this far
And I won't ever look to making amends
(Verse 2: Piccon)
Aye
Fuck all the bullshit, I'm on another path
Smokin' this wood got me lifted, I think I might just wrap
My whole entirety
Fuck this anxiety
Why are these niggas trying to take away my freedom?
Fuck a phenom
Chill and cheese cause I don't need 'em
Said they hate 'em but repeat 'em
I'm that motherfucker, came up out the dark and I delete 'em
New leader of the S-C-H-O-O-L
Look at these motherfuckers trying to be me but they fail
It took time to realize that niggas want me damned
I'm trying to be better for my supporters and myself
But niggas want me dead by they hands or by myself
The most important thing to me now is just my health
(Outro: Korban Baxter)
If you support that nigga Piccon you weird as shit 'cause that nigga grooms little girls bro
I don't give a fuck anymore
And ima say it like that
Those two songs I just dropped?
That's all I need to say about that beef shit
That nigga's weird as shit, he knows what he did
And I bet she wouldn't listen to you if she knew she was supporting a fucking groomer
Piccon Pack! was written by Josiah Simpson & Jaden Ensley & Piccøn.
Piccon Pack! was produced by Jas The Producer.