Yeah
Ain't nothin' to the next life
Roll somethin' up
Show of it

Uh,
Never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wan' race?
I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off
Break the mu'erfuckin' locks
Nigga you know my steez
Spit it and ready
Pedal foot heavy,
You know I speed
Minus the bus and Keanu Reeves
Twistin' them Fern Gully trees
Bitch breathe
Yo man smokin' good,
I'm smokin' great
THC, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Most yo helago green
Just scored that Ferrari
But I still got the Lamborghini dreams
Confeti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The Jets step through the door,
Issue them awards
Yo hoes hide from me
Tight tissue to their drawers
You mad, upset
Me and your girl just supped on the set
Playin' Black Ops
Let her drive my Chevy to the corner store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops and some JCrew,
Argyle socks
Now watch them speed bumps,
Don't let 'em fuck my rims up
Maybe we'll stick witchu
But you on the team offical
But Jet misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Them other fools playin' with it
But I'm rhymin' sayin' they did it
Shame on them niggas
You could come through the set
But never bring 'em witcha

Yeah doe,
The ver flow,
Best smoke
Collectin' dough
And here another Jet go
In the trill, no
The Jets go,
We Jets doe
Snatch yo bitches
Bring 'em everywhere you can't go

Yeah doe,
Pound-sign Jets go
Nigga, yeah doe,
Pound-sign Jets go
Bitch, yeah doe,
Pound-sign Jets go
Collectin' dough
And here another Jet go

Yo watch us wan' fuck mad bitches
For all the days I never
On set and thought I always had 'em
No, but now they look better
And quicker to beat down for whatever
Like me, hun, her homegirl together
Changin' the weather
By chopper the sesner propellers
We landed on the water
The game that I taught her
Got her showin' me the Louie
That these duck niggas bought her
It's a game to us
We just hangin' for
Watch you swipe your credit card
On dispensary pie jaws
I'm laid up,
Callin' the front desk
Tell 'em to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far too intricate to be made up
Not pimpin'
What you gave her was a inch
She took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The famous story of Mike Tyson and Robin Givens
The biggest niggas get beat senseless by lil women
Look, it's Sam Rothstein he gave his whole world a ginger
Even these bosses be slippin'
I catch that
Try to be more flawless with it
Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walken with it
I admire his empire
As did Biggie
Machine Gun Funk outta the Bose
Bubble Kush and Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump yo chick chose?
Better luck next time, Captain Saver
Jets, drugs, and paper
Sex, book, cars, and vacations