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Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (Oh, no, no)
Ayy (NLE)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (No love, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I'm in Jamaica with shottas
Eating jerk chicken, no lobster
In Kingston wit' rastas
Nigga move wrong they pop ya
Like potatoes, we drop ya
You a bitch boy, bombaclat, yeah
You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah
Yeah, want beef you got that
Real Jamaican, I'm a top shotta, burn a nigga like Satan
Don't do no savin', want smoke with me and cook him up like bacon
Yo' sack get taken, try'na flex on me now you up on a payment
White bitch named Stacy, put dick on her lip like a blunt she facin'
Ayy, what is love? I'm NLE, can't show no love
He talking tough, until I fill him up with slugs
I'm a stepper, I step on niggas like a rug
Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin' plugs

[Chorus]
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain't got time for discussin', I'ma just end up bussin'
This big ass .30 on my hip, the fuck I look like, trust me
I'm Jamaican, but my bitch, she really Russian
She gave me head, yeah, like that bitch had a concussion
I'm in Montego Bay, swimmin' with Sting Rays
I might just take a trip to Kingston, they keep them K's
Ayy, I been up for days, that money what I chase
They say I'm five years old, them boogers in my face
But I'm like, "No those are diamonds," yeah
Don't look too close 'cause they shine, yeah
A bust down Rollie, perfect timin', yeah
Real talk, I don't do the lyin'
Drip too severe (Yeah), do you hear me clear? (Yeah)
You know I'm foreign, how the fuck I get here?
I'm shinin' like a star, I want a Audemar
I'm jumping in the crowd at my show, rockstar

[Chorus]
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch, yeah

[Outro]
Huh, woah, woah, woah, woah
This that Jamaican flow, oh
Yuh, huh, huh
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit, yeah
No Love ENT