[Hook - Jarren we got it popping nigga, hallelujah! I woke up feeling nigga, hallelujah! up out the dumps nigga, hallelujah! You we getting to it nigga, hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! up out the dumps nigga, hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Y'all don't these boys to bring them problems to ya
[Verse 1 - Jarren Yeah, Benton Getting sloppy while I'm sipping [?] Foreign hoes, one Korean, that's Kato's sister Bitch I'm than Adolf Hitler, the K gon lift ya in the ass like an anal blister I kill a rapper, let the get ya Then I walk around and just strangle [?], I hold guns, the arms are Voltron, the sword is Shogun Absorbing protons, organs My is four tons, fucking moron A [?] blood, the fork in your lungs One abortion, unafforded My left us like a fucking orphan Get Casper, in the Aston Martin Yeah, that's Aston to Tommy, [?], Pam, and Martins Smoking space with a band of Martians Eat everything cause this is starving And if 3 stripes then Imma probably cop it Your bread short like Pocket You weak nigga, you probably stop it When your fasting money we gon profit Don't fuck with me, then I'll fuck with Niggas on my downfall I at niggas, shoot a fire ball Out my palm, I bust through the fire Free my nigga James bitch I'm on that Rick James shit This FV, we set the trends and y'all fuckboys on that shit
[Verse 2 - Hallelujah, loser Howdy Jarren, me the Ruger I scrub my ass a purple loofa Got a few cucumbers my juicers So hey girl, take a sip of this shit When you done kiss the tip of my Like it or love it, I'm rushing, I'm My [?] get sick 5 0 I am on the grind, is on your mind Hear I'm talking but I got time, my girl left but that's find tripping you make the decision Wait till I catch the new slipping Thought I you shit now is different I pop a matic, get inching, Holding it steady, ready, let me This is something I do Too people going crazy, zany Losing they minds so I on my safety I bun shit down You see where I'm going, so now you start to around Fuck you, you had shot Now sit back and witness, I to the top bitch! Back the up, I'm paranoid and I'm buzzing My homies now, I trust em now the new custom The pain is but I'm accustomed At the end of the day I love them No space for hate in my heart, that can in the dark Funk Volume, we coming,