Jordyn Jones Bruh! Lyrics

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

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,

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

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…