Lyrics Jordyn Jones – Bruh!
Text:
Sometimes I sit pretty,
Sometimes I act silly,
Sometimes I’m so chill
Them boys be so illy,
I’mma let you, I’mma let you finish but bruh
Understand? Bruh
Bruh
Come at me
I know all you wanna do is snapchat me
See them other girls?
They can’t get past me
They can’t out fresh me,
They can’t out class me
See you’re tryna make it complicated
I’m just tryna get conversated
«Shawty dope» that’s an understatement
I’mma be the topic of your conversation
It’s rainy weather,
Better bring an umbrella-ella-ella
That’s an a capella
Wait, hold up, hold up
Lemme brag
I tripped, fell, landed in swag
Now I got it all over my body
And there ain’t none left for you and I’m sorry
All I do is keep steppin’ and my posse
Keepin’ everybody movin’ at the party
Sometimes I sit pretty,
Sometimes I act silly,
Them boys be so illy,
Like bruh
I’mma let you, I’mma let you finish but bruh
Keep the way you handle my business like bruh
Understand? Bruh
Bruh, I’mma blow up
And when I blow up, I’mma roll up
And when I roll up, I’mma show up
And I’mma show out, so what?
I’m doin’ circles round it, donuts
And if you hatin’ on me, bogus
And I ain’t ever losin’ focus
‘Cause I’m the dopest ever!
If my style to chilly bring a sweater
And on my feet I be lighter than a feather
And I ain’t worried about a thing
Wrote this whole sixteen
In lowercase letters
Everyday I shuffle,
If you think I don’t shuffle
You got me mixed up like a crossword puzzle
Bars got stem enough, beat got muscle
Flow so nice it might cost you double
Sometimes I sit pretty,
Sometimes I act silly,
Sometimes I’m so chill
Them boys be so illy,
Like bruh
I’mma let you, I’mma let you finish but bruh
Keep the way you handle my business like bruh
Understand? Bruh
Four, three, two, one
Hold up, lemme take ’em to the bridge!
Drop my name ringing all over the globe
I’m breakin’ the mold
Whoa, that’s fire in the hole
Flow so cold it’ll snatch your soul
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Jordyn be my name if you ain’t already heard
All these little rappers gettin’ kicked to the curb
All the little haters gettin’ what they deserve
They be like, «I don’t really know her but she get on my nerves.»
I’m like, bruh
Aye, yo
Bring that beat back!
Bruh…