Lyrics:
these rap peons, yeah
Straight tweakin' I ain't rush
In the city, in the Bity, yeah
Jet, jet, B-EfEl
Have you seen an alien on a jet?
Have you seen
Yeah, bitch I was waitin' on her That quick bitch, you bitch
That needle to your arm, nigga That rubber band on it
Go so, you a bitch Slice
a perc and I pop it
I’m on that lean straight drop (Lean)
I didn’t take a flight but I got jet lagged (What The Fuck)
You wonder how I’m dressing man my
the mile?
Baby don't lie
Take the needle off the record, it's been playin' such a long time
Take the needle off the record, I'm so tired of hearin' that
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
"You got some money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane
Step master, step faster
Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbin' out, coming out the ghetto blaster
We
Step master, step faster
Step on the gas and turbo jet pasture
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbin' out, coming out the ghetto blaster
the floor
Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya
The aircraft carry back half of Colombia
Yeah,
to chase after that damn woman who left me here to bleed
I want to ride on that big jet plane to put an end to all my childhood dreams
The thoughts of you my
type of
Pills sneak dissing get you blown, knock you straight
Off your heels moving swift like Jet, going in for the kill
Girl, weed, pills, what you
I'm bleeding red
My eyes be red
Needle no thread
She full she fed
Fucked her on the bed
No I do not fuck with feds
Hit her from the back
While
moon walking on the wrist
I swear they be dancing right off the fit
I mess with some niggas straight from the jets
We ball in all black like we
bout to jump on a jet
Rich life we so in debt(Ches)
Yeah
Pick us with a truck
Yeah
We back in town(Whoo)
Next
We start the flex
Pull up with
worry, I'm straight like combed hair
This world fucked my Pops and I was born here
From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air
I told my niggas that we would
Been Trill, motherfucker mike WiLL Made It
Ear Drummers been Trill, bitch
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That pussy
Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant
But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet
No one really gave
the world in my jet pack kicks
Drop out the sky like Baumgartner
Straight on down to Georgia
Light up the sky so bright at night that
People say, "Is it
nipples
When I D.J. I turn the bass up to chicko'
The girls with the big big booties
I'm straight chilling cooling out wit' cuties
Twenty one
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
don't text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet
And I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set
the floor
Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya
The aircraft carry back half of Colombia
Yeah,
Straight loud pack
Nothing you could turn down
Break down, chop it down
Serving out in your town
I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah
Put your tape in
seen the worst of me yet
On a cloud not coming down, okay
Sorry
So let’s take a ride on my private jet
Pink and yellow, black and blue
Pins and needles
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