Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen

Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen – Jahseh on my Wrist Lyrics

Jahseh on my Wrist

Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen

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"Jahseh on my Wrist." - Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:08 pm

Album: XXXTENTACION Presents: Members Only, Vol. 4

Track No: 12

Too much dope and all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, members only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ay! Too much dope in all black (Whoa) ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match (Like, bitch)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like, whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb, flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch, I need a lick, shot with me
Okay, fool, bitch, but it's members only, keep my goons lit
Ooh, bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool, shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid, fallin' off the edge, I might just lose it
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name
It's a lot of your rappers stealin' clout and chasin' fame (Stealin' clout)
I got some enemies, they will remember me
Smokin' weed in public, forty deep, sippin' Hennessy
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STD's
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABC's
Yes, I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even catch that shit
I don't wanna black-haired bitch, like huh
Too much dope in all black (Whoa) ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match (Like, bitch)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like, whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb, flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch, I need a lick, shot with me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends
I don't need no fake **** crossin' me again
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh
Bust open his nose since a **** wanna talk fresh
I go, they go, what? I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck fifty, fuckin' with my MO, ****, we press
I can't keep too many **** round me 'cause they envious
I'm movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leakin'
And I'ma stand by that, I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided and left to rest and piss on that curb
My nerves bad
I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me, ya heard me
Too much dope in all black (Whoa) ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match (Like, bitch)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like, whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb, flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch, I need a lick, shot with me, uh

Writer(s): Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks & Craig Xen.

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