Since I Met Ye Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Since I Met Ye lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore ¥ (Yen) and One Day it Will Be Over, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Chorus]
Since I met Ye, I’m dead to you n!ggas, that’s why I wear jet black (Go)
White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don’t yip-yap, it’s a mismatch
Get the-get the-get-get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
B!tch, I’m Ricky Williams on the Dolphins
Smoking and juking but never coughing (Ayy)
I’ma leave her shaking like it’s Parkinson’s
She want the thunder like Darryl Dawkins
Ayy, stepping in the deep water, know you see the shark fins

Die, it’s a privilegе to get a coffin
Get the-gеt the-get-get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga
N!ggas jumping in the beef, don’t rap now
Little boys thinking it’s scripted like we on SmackDown
Nepo-ass n!ggas be built and bred for the background
Never had a hit and you only hitting a half ounce
D!ckhead, how you gon’ login and tell me to run it up?
Hit dogs, holler, you felt a way and then sucker-punched
You be in studio sessions chasing a bag
‘Cause the s*it that you make on your own go into the trash
Pulling up the stick and you’re sticking to cherry-picking
And your b!tch is on another mission

[Pre-Chorus]
I just got my b!tch a Beretta, we getting cheddar, so I got another one to twin her
Lately, I been feeling like Tyson, now when I’m swinging on these n!ggas like they Robin Givens
Burn ’em

[Chorus]
Since I met Ye, I’m dead to you n!ggas, that’s why I wear jet black
White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don’t yip-yap, it’s a mismatch
Get the-get the-get-get the Glock, it’s time to rob, n!gga

[Post-Chorus]

B!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m
B!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m— b!tch, I’m

[Verse 2]
B!tch got her hand out, I ain’t giving tithe
B!tch, you ain’t even good enough to be on my side
One thing about Peggy, know he never lie
East Bay, mad n!gga from the East Side
I like my side b!tches toxic like Kevin Federline
And if your b!tch is a bopper, she getting fed a line
And if she stressing me out, she getting fed a rhyme
It be your own n!ggas giving ’em out that Fetty time
Blackout curtains for the daytime
B!tch, lay down, I’m still on L.A. time
My raps should be classified as hate crimes
All-white Benz in my ends, they gon’ hate this
White girls give the best top, I’m racist
You owe me money, don’t sleep, I’ma wake him
On her knees for the MD, it’s shameful
On her knees for the Lord, but she ain’t faithful