[Hook 1: Jimmy The Third]
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy
White boy, I ain't mad
Go ahead with your lettuce and the cheddar and the bread
Drake-ing it up
How come every lightskin dude want to take offense?
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing
[Interlude: Kayla Jordan]
Like, I'm not really even into rapping and shit
But I just had to jump on this track
This one track
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Kayla Jordan]
Boy I'm killing, you can catch me 'round at Tammy's
Whipping gourmet shit, they call me Gordon Ramsay
Got on my pajamas in the club, I'm Luka Sabbat
Hit the blunt, I'm Alice, all I see is rabbits
Fuck with me, I'll run up on ya, Gabe Jennings
I'm naming people I don't know but I'm still winning
I'm Kaywop bitch you know me, I [?] in Bentley's
Tinted shades, no Eazy E, bitch I'm John Lennon
Bitch I'm rolling up and I could see you walking by
Talking that shit a minute ago, what'd you say now?
I walk up in the spot, they see me, you won't matter
You order dollar menu, the whole platter
[Hook 2: Kayla Jordan]
Jimmy killing, nah, Kayla killing
I pull up in the Bentley with them neon extensions
I look at all of these things and I say "Damn I'm winning"
I swerve from lane to lane and I ain't get a ticket
Jimmy killing and Kayla killing
We pull up, fuck shit up, that's how you know we winning
My nigga Jimmy with me and he down to ride
Jayla killing, bitch call that homicide
[Verse 2: Jimmy The Third]
Damn Kay, a homicide? Mind as well throw y'all in the oven
400 preheat, might season if you get lucky
I'm full of myself and I'm still starving
I'm a Rocket, nigga I'm James Harden
Ain't no time soon kids dropping
Save all that shit for Miss Poppins
From Cali to the Bama, we jamming in pajamas
Thots splitting the banana with no need of gentle manners
I am very respective in my perspective, I'm not a player
Yet I dress and look that good, the shit must taste like blue flavored
My nigga
[Interlude: Jimmy The Third]
On some real shit like cut the bullshit
Like I really think that I'm a cute ass nigga
Like for real, like no jokes
I'm just like fucking 10
Like I really just came out looking like, this
[Verse 3: Jimmy The Third]
Up in this in all black like Lupita
Your girlfriend I'd love to meet her in a long ass mink, call PETA
I need a miss Minaj to keep the stress away, massage
I got the juice but I'll take that chance, I'll pop up like message!
Kaywop you know she zooming in the Bent got this thing booming
Suited in all red Pumas, they will jock like nothing's cooler
Won't have the satisfaction 'til they ask how much he make?
Blame it on the tinted shades, robbing Wednesdays by mistake
[Hook 3: Jimmy The Third]
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy
White boy, I ain't mad
Go ahead with the cheddar and the lettuce and the bread
Drake-ing it up
How come every lightskin dude wants to take offense?
Jimmy killing, Jimmy killing
Jimmy, J-Jimmy, Jimmy, J-Jimmy killing
