Hop on Da Jet
Erik the Terror
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(Hook) We finna hop on the jet I got my foot on they neck Grind and stay down for a check Flip it and do it again If you owe me that debt we collect No I don’t have time for sex Work all day I don’t get any rest I’m exempt so Nigga don’t test (Verse) Niggas know I’m the muhfucking best I can see all the hate through the flex Ima rip out your spine through the flesh Living life I don’t know how to stress JBo told me don’t give up keep going Ima f*ck on that bitch till the morning Got my dick in her mouth while she yawning That bxtch lucky I didn’t record it We trading these hoes like Jeff Teague I’m getting bigger and healthy Broke ass LIL boy I can’t help hem Don’t answer my question with questions Thank god everyday for my blessings Burning something more than heaven scent I’m not your average pedestrian Roll tide on your block do it for 4 times Niggas call me Nick Saban I ain’t gon waste time on a fool I’m about to get this paper Zero fucks call me Jason Tatum Got a nigga hating he’s intemdated Platinum OG yeah I’m elevated Smoking Exotic it’s medicated You not gonna shoot him You hesitating Theses niggas testing my mental patients Choking that hoe while I’m penetrating You gon really be mad when I really make it Counting this cash while your mamas naked Nigga y’all call them 12 We call them bacon Watch how we get the whole city shaking (Hook) We finna hop on the jet I got my foot on they neck Grind and stay down for a check Flip it and do it again If you owe me that debt we collect No I don’t have time for sex Work all day I don’t get any rest I’m exempt so Nigga don’t test (Verse2) We ain’t showing you nxggas no petty An your shordy just snapped me her titties When I walk in this bxtch it get lity I ain’t mixing up shit with the henny How the f*ck are you proud with penny’s ? Yeah my choppa sing louder than Whitney Watch how I buy my mama a Bentley Ima slide on your ass and get shifty I love women I’m not really picky I just bought my lil baby a blicky Hit the peddle we gone of the quick speed We gon cut off and meet at the back street I just served him a P at the Zaxbys Half of that was some shit that some rabbits eat Why the f*ck they don’t think you savage E? If I blow this shxt up it’s a tragedy Speaking facts and that’s why you mad at ? I’m not really good with casualties Sorry baby that’s just how it be You can’t really fall in love me When I hop on the jet and left you behind A nigga been happy steady girinding 12 gold teeth shining All these bxtches want to ride me She riding that dick with no peddles You can have her aI have several Spend some hunnids on a bezel With my foot on they neck give me pressure I just pulled up and smoked out the Tesla I got bitches in all different areas They gon think I’m the son of hue Hefner (Hook) We finna hop on the jet I got my foot on they neck Grind and stay down for a check Flip it and do it again If you owe me that debt we collect No I don’t have time for sex Work all day I don’t get any rest I’m exempt so Nigga don’t test
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