Hitman & Jet 2 - 2:30 lyrics

[Verse 1: Hitman] Pro-skater swag, just witness the way I grindd Lose my name, you must be out yo' f**in' mind Throw it at me, but I respectfully decline Ain't p**y happy unless we talk two at a time I know that I should take a seat Unless we talkin' 'bout f**in', then she comin' with me I got her started up like she come with a key We ain't promised tomorrow, but aye, let me be I got a plan, it ain't involve a huddle My crew full with leaders, we ain't got no Barney Rubble's Never said I would cuddle, I'm just trying to f** ya' Ignorant as ever, after me I good luck ya [Verse 2: Jet 2] Could cuff ya, but I won't though Still go where them other n***as won't go They cool, but the swag is a no show f**in' with the crew wrong, yeah that's a no no We Wrekless and you could just crash We freshmen, she on the Dickies like uniform pants And Cortez's, I work her out like sport lessons I got Soul-man, Lester the court jester She be my percussion, I drum her the way I beat it I could call her sleep number, she could lose the Tempur-Pedic I wake up up in that puddy cat, Tweety gotten eaten She fiending on the dizzy like a needle, I vaccine it [Verse 3: Hitman] I throw it deep, bring it in like a saint I know you dig my swagger, it's sharp as a f**in' shank I wouldn't notice yours, it's older than Ricky Lake All I got is bad b**hes that love to accommodate I see my name in lights, top-model company Feel like I treat 'em unfair, there's only one of me But if they wait a lot of years, they'll see the son of me All grown up like Rugrats, ain't it funny G? Top shelf, no next to me, just under me Ever can we get competition is what I'm wondering Every-time we in the booth, sound like it's thundering And easy to point a hater out, just see who mumbling [Verse 4: Jet 2] Hot sixteens, twelves fire, twenty-four, two piece Tuesdays; Popeyes with the music Fresh batch, y'all just a microwave And we got them ladies falling out like old Michael days Sit back and let me take your night away Bet I get it wet right away like a tidal wave Got a maid that'll clean it up before we got it made Catch us at the VMAs under winners and nominees Of everything, the single utmost and very thing Married to the music, the melody is the wedding ring The beat is the (uhh) the beat is the honeymoon, n***a And I'mma beat at the honeymoon, I'm coming through speakers