Valentine’s Day Freestyle ’26 Lyrics by JPEGMAFIA
When you call my-
When you call my-
When you call my-
When you call my-
When you call my- (Y’know? Sweet)
When you call my- (Everything about JPEGs I like)
When you call my-
When you call my-
Look
These rappers be cranking out bullshit
Step in the booth, start yellin’ out lies
Maybach all white like Cool Whip
Anne Frank, I’ma write ’til I die
Tired of buckin’ up my tarps with the Kimber, get spanked with the Beretta M9
Rap game will keep the one nigga shit, but when a nigga really come up they be cryin’
‘Cause when you call my name, I know, I know that, that
That, that
‘Cause when you call my name, I know, I know that, that
That, that
How you on the sideline, hatin’ on the money and the car with your broke ass?
Niggas like you went to bus stops, I’ma call a black car for her ass
I know that life take tolls, I been in my own lane, never easy pass
Reach when I teach, the snubnose breeze through your speech, how I know that your wife is a freak
All my hoes love me in a different way, I throw my bitches through the [?] and I pay for the face
I said, “Babygirl, they be sprintin’ in a different race”
They talk a big game, but they soft as wedding cake
Never been a one to stay, always vacay
Always in front of shit, it don’t really effect me
And I don’t give a fuck, ’cause [?]
Chrome got jetskis, where they headed after this protest?
The JPEG chain is a flex, but I don’t flex the KelTec
Raise your arm but it’s not Rex, I melt those chains
In a pitch for the whole set, they rich like Dame
Liquidating your assets, the money and the magic
Lavish under the rock, that pink like Patrick
Ice everywhere with the stick, I’m hitting a hat trick
You niggas don’t even mind the cars that you be crashin’
How you on the sideline, hatin’ on the money and the car with your broke ass?
Niggas like you went to bus stops, I’ma call a black car for her ass
I know that life take tolls, I been in my own lane, never easy pass
Reach when I teach, the snubnose breeze through your speech, how I know that your wife is a freak
These rappers be cranking out bullshit
Step in the booth, start yellin’ out lies
Maybach all white like Cool Whip
Anne Frank, I’ma write ’til I die
Tired of buckin’ up my tarps with the Kimber, get spanked with the Beretta M9
Rap game will keep the one nigga shit, but when a nigga really come up they be cryin’
‘Cause when you call my name, I know, I know that, that
That, that (Hahaha)
‘Cause when you call my name, I know, I know that, that
That, that
‘Cause when you call my name, I know, I know that, that (I can sing, yeah, a’ight)
That, that
When you call my-, when you call my-, when you call my-, when you call my- (I can sing, yeah, a’ight)