Yeah
You know
Jets n***a
Month after month after month after month after month
Uh
I'm an outlaw
I'm right-handed but I drive southpaw
I'm outlandish, ghost ride the Vanquish
Who's driving my car?
Hot Spitta n***a flow fresh, Lysol
You out in South Beach in a rented Chrystler
Scraping up your money to get in the night club
I walk up, get in it
Club lines I don't see them
They invisible like the line of scrimmage
Spitta is chilling
In Levi denim
b**hes like us 'cause they say we different
From all them other n***as, say they just not with it
Jet n***as live like modern day hippies
Smoke weed and make music
My boo says wear black mags
Shout out to The Cool Kids
Girls used to say who you think you is
Now they tapping their friends like there he go b**h
Spitta n***a retro flow
Old school game, that Super Techmo Bowl
Renaissance artist
b**hes blow him like a malfunctioning Nintendo cartridge
Laid back, hit them with the calmness
They hate that, they can't take that
Broke n***as got their money tied up in a wave cap
I get paid, smoke joints on stage
Point b**hes out, bring them back to the cave
Like Batman and (?)
The difference is that my batmobile is a Chevelle
And my cause is a condo laid out
Got the private balcony
Baby we can smoke and f** our brains out
Have s** casually
Name in the streets, buzz growing gradually
I kick it into overdrive and drastically
sh** change
I'm in these
Offices stomping couches, I'm Rick James
Spitta n***a flow insane
It was inside of an insane asylum that I found it
The n***a is astounding
b**hes and b**h a** n***as look to the ground when around him
The n***a is astounding
b**hes and b**h a** n***as look to the ground when around him
Mont after month after month after month after month
For real
Month five
And I'm not tired
Jets n***a