Jahseh on my Wrist
Bass Santana Flyboy Tarantino Kid Trunks & Craig Xen Lyrics
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Too much dope, in all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ayy (bitch) uh
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
Blood of my bloo, what
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go, what
I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
Ya heard me
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me, uh
The song "Jahseh on my Wrist" by Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino, Kid Trunks, Craig Xen is a tribute to their late friend and collaborator, XXXTentacion, whose real name was Jahseh Onfroy. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Jahseh on my wristband, miss me," which is a reference to the wristbands that were sold at XXXTentacion's memorial service.
The verses of the song contain themes of drug use, violence, and loyalty to their crew, Members Only. The first verse talks about the excessive use of drugs and the need to find someone to match their smoke. They also mention sending money through Cashapp, a mobile payment app. The second verse talks about the loyalty to Members Only and their willingness to defend themselves against any enemy. They also mention the pain they feel after the loss of their friend.
The third verse talks about the need to keep a small circle of people around them to avoid envy and maintain their independence. The verse also hints at the possibility of violence towards anyone who crosses them. The song ends with the repetition of the chorus and the phrase, "I need a lick shot with me," which refers to needing a gun for protection.
Overall, the song is a reflection of the hip-hop culture that glorifies violence, drugs, and loyalty to one's crew.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, ooh
Opening interjection
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
I've got too much of this good stuff and I'm decked out in all black
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
I'm looking for someone to match my smoking game
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send me the necessary funds to keep our fun going
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Don't worry about getting the money back, just give it to me
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Let's have some fun and break it down like we're snapping a Kit Kat bar
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Let's party hard and then tell her to leave
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
I'm living my best life and soaring to new heights
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
I'm remembering Jahseh (XXXTentacion) and his impact on my life
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Despite all the drama, I'm still high and enjoying myself
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
Help me out and connect me with a drug supplier
I need a lick shot wit me
I'm looking for someone to come along and rob a place with me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
I may be cool with you, but only Members Only crew gets to hang with me
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
Whoever tries to mess with me is foolish and will regret it
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
We're going to teach them a lesson, because they don't understand our vision nor respect our movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
I'm staying sober and lucid, but I might lose my mind and fall off the edge
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
You can never understand the pain we feel after losing a brother to violence
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
We're honoring our brother's memory and making sure people know his name
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
A lot of rappers these days are just stealing attention and trying to get famous but not making real music
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
I've made enemies, but they will never forget me and what I've accomplished
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
We're smoking and drinking in public, not caring what anyone thinks
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
You might have a lot of girls, but I'm not interested because I don't want any STDs
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
I have many girls and they all follow the same pattern
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I'm dressing well, but I'm not interested in that type of girl
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
I don't want to smoke it, just pass it to someone else
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
You can't even pay for it, and I'm not interested in that type of girl either
I got M's, really I'm on ten
I'm making serious money and I'm on top of the world
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
Don't mess with me or try to be my friend
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
I don't want any more fake people to betray me
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
I'll come out and show off with Popeye's strength
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
If you catch me off guard, you'll regret it
Blood of my bloo, what
Referencing the Bloods gang and their brotherhood
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Referencing the loyalty of his crew
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
If anyone disrespects him, he'll put them in their place
I go, they go, what
If he goes down, his crew goes down with him
I flex, they flex, uh
If he celebrates, his crew celebrates with him
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
If you mess with his crew, you'll regret it and face violence
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
He can't keep too many people around because they are jealous of his success
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
He's moving independently to keep a certain vibe or feeling
If I panic, I'ma do damage
If he gets scared, he'll cause harm
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
If he gets hurt, there's no way to fix it, and he's willing to take that risk
I'll die by my word
He'll always stand by his principles and words
Your pride could get you split up
Being too prideful can create conflict and division
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
If you're divided, you'll ultimately end up alone and forgotten
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
He's not in the best mental state while writing this verse, so don't push him
Ya heard me
Closing statement to ensure listeners understood his message
Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Craig Xen, Ming Le, Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@zreael7444
[Intro: Bass Santana]
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
[Verse 1: Bass Santana andΒ KiD TRUNKS]
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Ayy, ayy!)
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Ayy)
It's a lot of you rappers stealin' clout and chasin' fame (Stealin' clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (Huh, huh)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (Uh uh)
I don't need no fake niggas crossin' me again (Oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn)
Blood of my blood (What)
Flesh of my flesh (Uh)
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go (What)
I flex, they flex (Uh)
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my MO niggas, we press
[Verse 4: Craig Xen]
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leakin', and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (Hm)
My nerves bad (Huh)
I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm)
Ya heard me
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
@BTSLIVECONCERT-vj6tx
[Intro: Bass Santana]
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like (Bitch)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
[Verse 1: Bass Santana and KiD TRUNKS]
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Aye, aye!)
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (Selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch (Huh, huh)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah)
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait)
Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (Oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (Oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in those cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn)
Blood of my blood (What)
Flesh of my flesh (Uh)
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go (What)
I flex, they flex (Uh)
Catch a boy 50, fuckin' with my MO niggas, we press
[Verse 4: Craig Xen]
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, Im'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and Im'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (Hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm)
Ya heard me
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah)
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait)
Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
@user-cj7vh7kp6h
Lyrics:
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ayy (bitch) uh
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
Blood of my bloo, what
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go, what
I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
Ya heard me
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me, uh
@ArnieNegrete
Happy Birthday X Long Live the king
@ninjabrox
He ain't in this song
@rise2kill868
King of the dead
@TaounateFamily
Tie un bon le zouzi
@pz-8757
Letβs not be sad that he died letβs be happy he was walking on this planet letβs be happy he inspired us letβs be happy he was THE KING Rip prince x
@heartbreaklucid7386
Itβs insane to see a whole community come together come together in one night and put this night in history
@naosei-wh5kb
NΓ©
@GamerPlayAT
Feliz aniversΓ‘rio Tio x, vocΓͺ deixou o seu legado e uma grande mudanΓ§a nesse mundo. Espero que esteja feliz por todos nΓ³s que mudamos graΓ§as a vocΓͺ. Eterno! #LLJ
@s0ci3tysxcks68
Rip jah... Mov 4 album of the year. x and ski did this. Legenday... The way x could do any genre and make hit after hit and the way he could command the crowd and the lyrics he wrote were so powerful even if they were just trap songs, The way ski murdered every beat and flows as if the beat flows to his voice, his vocal presence and lyrical prowess.,they changed hip hop... and the talent they found through the movrment they created... Every person in m.o. is unique and so great... Its finally ok to rest x... Members only be the clique lil bitch.
@GypC6969
It's sad how its Jah's birthday and he isn't here to celebrate his own bday but we are all the ones receiving a gift and celebrating. Rest easy Vro .