Jay began releasing music in 2016 with his mixtape YOUNGANimal. He later gained more traction in the industry with his songs “Elimination” and “23 Island,” which have gone gold and 2x platinum, respectively.
Youngan was tragically shot and killed in his hometown of Bogalusa, LA on July 27, 2022.
Thot Thot
JayDaYoungan Lyrics
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Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Designer gear come mismatched
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Glock right by my six-pack
I'm poppin' Percs like Tic-Tacs
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
But I came for my shit back
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
Bitch I brung them knots out
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out)
Tryna catch the opps out
Fuck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
Bad bitch, she jocked out
Good dick got her knocked out
She hate when I pull out
She like it in her mouth
I love the microphone
She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
Let her suck all on my balls
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
You better not stop until I say
I know it might be long (it might be long)
I put it all across her face
Then fuck her all night long
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
Bro called through a jail phone
She ask when I'm comin' home
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
JayDaYoungan's song "Thot Thot" is an assertive and confident confession of his criminal lifestyle and the perks and pleasures that come with it. The song is driven by a catchy hook and a thumping, trap-inspired instrumental produced by Heartbeatz. In the first verse, JayDaYoungan boasts about his hot-boxed car, weaponry, and dominance over the block. He also mentions his preference for jail phones to avoid police surveillance while communicating with his associates. He acknowledges his strong attachment to a woman who is like his backbone, and he reminisces on his days of having to hustle and trap to make ends meet. The second verse continues along the lines of the first one, with JayDaYoungan asserting his street credibility, his ability to reclaim his stolen belongings, and his seductive prowess over women.
Line by Line Meaning
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
I arrived in my convertible with the roof down, smoking a Backwood cigar filled with weed
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
I'm picking up my promiscuous girl and trying to find a popular place to party
Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch
I have more ammunition and powerful guns, I don't care about the police watching
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
My crew and I are causing trouble in the neighborhood and the authorities think we'll stop, but we won't
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
I don't like to chat on my phone, my friend had to use the phone in jail to call me
Bitch, blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
My female companion keeps calling me and asking me when I'm going to be back
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I can't abandon her, she's like my support system
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
I was released on bail and I was dealing drugs until I ran out of supply
Designer gear come mismatched
My clothes are high-end fashion but I mix and match them unpredictably
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Stop trying to get your girlfriend back from me
Glock right by my six-pack
I have a Glock handgun tucked by my abdominal muscles
I'm poppin' Percs like Tic-Tacs
I'm taking Percocet painkillers like they're candy
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
To be honest, something valuable of mine was stolen
But I came for my shit back
But I went to retrieve my belongings
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
I arrived demanding the return of my property
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
I have something prepared to attack my enemies
Bitch I brung them knots out
I brought money and lots of it
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out)
Don't make us resort to using our guns
Tryna catch the opps out
I am attempting to catch my opponents off guard
Fuck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
I don't care for education, I left school prematurely
Bad bitch, she jocked out
My attractive girl is unconscious
Good dick got her knocked out
My sexual abilities knocked her out cold
She hate when I pull out
She dislikes it when I stop sexual intercourse
She like it in her mouth
She prefers oral sex
I love the microphone
I am passionate about rapping
She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
She admits that she enjoys my music
Let her suck all on my balls
I allowed her to perform oral sex on me
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
Yes, I am writing this song while receiving oral sex
You better not stop until I say
I demand she continue pleasuring me until I allow her to stop
I know it might be long (it might be long)
I acknowledge that this process may be prolonged
I put it all across her face
I ejaculated on her face
Then fuck her all night long
Afterwards, I continue to have sex with her for the remainder of the night
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Intro]
HeartBeatz on the track
[Chorus]
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
[Verse]
Designer gear come mismatched
Stop callin' for your bitch back
Glock right by my six-pack
I'm poppin' percs like Tic-Tacs
Can't lie, I got my shit snatched
But I came for my shit back
Pull up like, "Let me get that"
Got somethin' for they bitch ass
Bitch I brung them knots out
Don't make us bring them Glocks out (Them Glocks out)
Tryna catch the opps out
Fuck school, I dropped out (I dropped out)
Bad bitch, she jocked out
Good dick got her knocked out
She hate when I pull out
She like it in her mouth
I love the microphone
She tell me she like my songs (She like my songs)
Better suck all on my balls
Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song)
You better not stop until I say
I know it might be long (It might be long)
I put it all across her face
Then fuck her all night long Chorus]
Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box
Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch
Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not
I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
Bitch blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home
I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone
I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone
[Outro]
Bro called through a jail phone
She ask when I'm comin' home
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
Trappin' 'til the pack gone
@chicochris3062
RIP jay 🙏🏽 still bump this song to this day. Rest up 🕊💯
@rtk.hunter69
bro he was da 🐐 oms
@12xpack99
crazy I literally listen to bro almost everyday now he got shot wtf
@Lor_mal2
💯
@Biggestopp187
@12xPack cap
@jamarionjones257
Ong
@skeew7208
Rest In Peace Jay this forever staying in the playlist 🕊
@MrRunItUpp
#LL23
@Sconechoc
He ain’t deserve to die
@nbayoungboyfan5354
Uglt