Famalam - JME

Outside parked up next to the curb

I’ve got a matte black souped up turbs

Full tank, private plate

Race and win, wheels and rims

I used to cotch in Tatum’s and Pimm’s

Now I jam in a recliner ting

Yeah, bad boy whip

Soon I’m gonna have a bad boy yard

I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip

And I get all my P from grime, hard

What?

Say something, say something

I big up my chest, I say I’m the best

'Cause man’s been doing this ting from way back

When I used to wear two-string vests

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram

Deep bass, bad boy bars

Lights and mics, crowds and hype

Skep’s on the left, Frisco’s on the right

Trust me, you don’t wanna fight

Full squad, big man ting

Champs and glass, triple A pass

Step onstage and mashup the dance

One hand in the air like you’re in class

Yeah, Boy Better Know

Soon, I’m gonna have a whole next ting

Businessman with a bad boy flow

And I get all my P from grime, ch-ching

Safe, speak up, speak up

I big up my chest, I say I’m the best

'Cause man’s been doing this ting from

I used to play Street Fighter 2 on the SNES

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram

Trust me, famalam

Mash up the whole party when I land

Don’t try come clash me badderman

You must’ve had Jack D’s

OK, you wanna look in my boat?

Fine

You’re the reason I wrote this rhyme

Yo, man are baders, man are badman

Man, I ain’t seen a five-pound note in time

Yo, you can’t diss a friend of mine

Trust me, you don’t wanna cross this line

Don’t think you can stand in the background of the video

Ad-libbing next man’s rhyme

Do you think I’m dumb?

Try to boy me?

Nah, that can’t run

Yo, you’re lucky, the old Jme

Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum

'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks

'Cause you got your name on your Air Force Ones

You could have your name on your Reebok pumps

Don’t think you could ever diss man once, serious