Hitman & Jet 2 - Act 1 lyrics

[Intro: Hitman] 3 a.m., my n***a, you know what I'm saying? Shout out all my followers on Twitter And sh**, my n***a, PT just dropped Shout out to anyone ready to cop Look [Verse 1: Hitman] Fresh off that Plain Target Early as hell, like 8 in the morning Jet lag, my ex mad, won't mention her when I'm recording Just dying of boredom, my time to sort 'em Want Hitman, still can't afford him Just roll my weed and I smoke Yo' sh** comedy, no joke So much flow off in my head, I'm off top; get it, no roof With my girl down since '08, got that sh** tatted in too So yeah, it's real far from brand new You can't hang if you can't shoot k** yo' a**, chunk the deuce And bring your body back for proof [Verse 2: Jet 2] Wax on, wax off That's an old a** quote Mr. Miyagi bought Plain Target Then he took a screen shot and then uploaded it Watch how our career unfolds Thank the fans and then beat the odds Going platinum one week from now Imagine that, I can dream can't I Took a step and y'all made it happen Hitman was my captain rapping We were like the Jackson 5 Except Hitman and Jet Jackson Started off, on call Got promoted, never quit the job Working at k**ing instrumentals overnight You can call that graveyard [Verse 3: Hitman] Look, confidence on max While my mind on Jane, Mary Ball in my hands, we good Down that hill son came Keri As if there's any other choice I'm who baby momma shall marry Drop the album, s** don't stop ITunes dot com, go cop Bang Nelson, that Scorpio What I like, that Gatorade Y'all n***as ain't sh**; only sh** my haters say Now dig your grave, dive in it Good kid, mad women I'm past the mic, not past the b**hes And all my hoes fly as witches [Verse 4: Jet 2] Suit sweet, that sh** was made to fit We top the fashion charts, 'cause our Taylor swift As Suzuki and we almost famous And our aim is better than that cookie Remember back when I was eating Dorsey noodles Fast forward, now I'm getting love from cougars Back when I couldn't pull myself off the strings Felt like all them cuties had me under voodoo Now we making records Breaking records, break that curse Them girlies hot, Jamaican peppers In the tenth grade rapping Sippie Cup to Ms. Estes Who knew we'd make it this far I wish somebody tell her [Verse 5: Hitman] Look, you n***as need to quit My job easier when y'all spit Come in my zone with that sh** I'll have yo' chick serve me, no tips Serve me those lips, turn me on We just f**ed, now pics in my phone Ease yo' mind, baby we gone Yeah, we f**ed to one of my songs Ooh, you bad girl, you s**y Lil' private lesson, come test me On my bed, oh my yeah That sh** look like we wrestling Now catch phrase, hoes wet Off kush and Moet I turn up and turn necks Fresh out the stu with my n***a Jet [Verse 6: Jet 2] And that be how we do it Started off the underdogs We switched positions, kama sutra Had 'em waiting for that Thursday night just like a college student Trying to party all weekend just 'cause we just dropped that new sh** I'm excited, aren't you? So excited I can fly If I just drank a cup of water of tears of joy from my eyes And I'll probably jump off a cliff if a big ol' booty was peer pressure Let's just hope she didn't jump first, 'cause I've got wings, b**h