Uh
How do you stop Fly Society?
There ain't no mother f**ing answers
I did it on my own, ain't nobody did it for him
No disrespect to Richard Pryor
But I could set myself on fire (?) dancer
Street racers in their Mitsubishi Lancers
Chevy riders bump inside their Caprice cla**ics
Flight club, display their shoes wrapped in plastic
I get one of everything that I don't think is whack sh**
In the back of the chaffeured Cadillac truck
We pack rows of b**hes
Limited edition 'til the cargo area filled up
Get back to the telly
Smoke a W, Beverly Hills up
Tripping off these bad girls stripping eating pills up
b**h want me to choke her and f** er
I don't want to f** around and k** her
My brother says the top don't drop (?)
I say let the sky be your ceiling
Yeah
This that Jet music n***a
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a
Got your b**hes like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n***a
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a
Got your b**hes like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n***a
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n***a
Got your b**hes like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n***a
Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porsche, Corvette music n***a
Got your b**hes like
Haha yah
Oooh that's, that's
That's him
That's exactly him right there