Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We f**ed up
Make sure of it
Uh
Never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothaf**in' locks
n***a you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, b**h breathe
Your man smokin' good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, me and your girl just up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't f** my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
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 playing wit' it,
Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them n***as, you come through the set,
But never bring 'em withcha
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Yea though, the vet flow, best smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the trill know the jet code, we jets though
Snatch your b**hes, bring' em everywhere you cant go
Yea doe pound sign jets go
n***a, Yea doe pound sign jets go
b**h, Yea Ddoe pound sign jets go
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code