Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fresh Off Da Jet , by - Shad Da God. Release date: 12.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fresh Off Da Jet |
| Pit stop |
| Hit a house on |
| Gotta go, go and pick up my canon (that's right!) |
| Next stop lean, gotta get off in the city |
| Making plays in a downtown building (that's real!) |
| I swear the, no worries |
| Then ride ‘round this mo’fucka chillin' (I'm coolin'!) |
| Yea, I’m twenty-four seven in the damn mix |
| That mean I’m twenty-four seven gettin' cake bitch (get money, ho!) |
| I keep the Hu- to the -blot on my damn wrist () |
| I’m smokin' (self-made?) magic on the day shift (gas!) |
| Y’all niggas really pie, y’all pastries (y'all lame!) |
| The way I see it, (the way I see y’all!) |
| Y’all thought I was on vacation (what?) |
| But nigga I was on pay-cation |
| Look |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| In the hood, fuckin' around with my partners |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Ridin' 'round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor |
| I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) |
| Got hoes ringin' my phone (prrr!) |
| If they ain’t talkin' bankrolls (hello?), I hit the side button on them hoes |
| (haha!) |
| I come up on checks |
| I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) |
| I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) |
| ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how I fly I be (I'm fly!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how high I be (I'm geeked!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| (Yo, you can leave now, I just landed — Delta) |
| Yea, YSL, what you smell, bitch? |
| We some playas |
| Niggas tryin' to talk about money, like Da God ain’t come out with that |
| Shorty bend it over, try and let me see the ass |
| She could probably make a nigga |
| Shit, only if a nigga wasn’t pimpin' |
| Only if a nigga wasn’t pimpin' |
| I got ‘em shoo’d like they workin' at Wendy’s |
| They ain’t hard, they better catch a nigga slippin' (no!) |
| I be in the Benz with the V12 on the side in the back |
| You could probably catch a nigga dippin' (skrrt!) |
| I ain’t send the, it don’t work |
| I said, I ain’t got time for these bitches (no time!) |
| How you know you better come up on some money, lil' nigga |
| ‘Cause my left and my right hand itchin' (I can feel it!) |
| Streets like playin' baseball, and I’m pitchin' |
| We be on adventure, bands in a tan Expedition |
| Work spot, liquor store, make them bands get missin' (they gone!) |
| I’m on the deuce o' the syrup and a liter of the Crush, (I'm leanin'! |
| ) I’m pissin' |
| Shad! |
| Look |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| In the hood, fuckin' around with my partners |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Ridin' ‘round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor |
| I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) |
| Got hoes ringin' my phone (prrr!) |
| If they ain’t talkin' bankrolls, I hit the side button on them hoes (hello?) |
| I come up off checks |
| I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) |
| I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) |
| ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how I fly I be (I'm fly!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how high I be (I'm geeked!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Yea, take off |
| Yea, jet fuel when we coppin', gas life when we poppin' |
| I ain’t have shit to do Saturday, I smoked an ounce of weed and went shoppin' |
| Then I gave Benihana a lil' visit (Beni!) |
| Shrimp, scallops and lobsters |
| That seafood be hittin' (‘ey look!) |
| That seafood be hittin' (it hittin') |
| Look baby, this Creed cologne be smellin' good |
| But still we be shitty (I'm sittin' on it?) |
| fucked around with the bankroll out |
| My partner say I’m trippin' (why you trippin', boy?) |
| Them eleven rounds prolly wasn’t ‘nough, but I got these extensions |
| I remember I was just fifteen with them forties in the engine (for real!) |
| This what’s goin' on in Atlanta, we done watched way too much Tony Montana (too |
| much!) |
| I ain’t even talked about the baking soda (uh-uh!) |
| Bet you gotta keep your arm on the hammer (better keep it!) |
| It’s a big, big risk, it’s a gamble |
| Just fuck around where I’m from (from the South!) |
| And you better keep your ass woke (say what?) |
| Ain’t no such thing as no alarm |
| Look |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| In the hood, fuckin' around with my partners |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Ridin' ‘round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor |
| I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) |
| Got hoes ringin' my phone (prrr!) |
| If they ain’t talkin' bankrolls, I hit the side button on them hoes (hello?) |
| I come up off checks |
| I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) |
| I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) |
| ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how I fly I be (I'm fly!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |
| Nigga that’s how high I be (I'm geeked!) |
| I’m fresh off that jet |