| Jets nigga now where haven’t we been yet
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| Jets nigga now where haven’t we been yet
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| Jets nigga now where haven’t we
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| And I’mma keep rolling up
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| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up
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| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up
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| Stashing for my unborn
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| They balling when they old enough
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| Yeah, J.E.T.S. |
| nigga
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| As if I had to say it, Spitta
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| In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist
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| iTunes banging from my hotel room
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| Nothing but beats bitch
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| Fuck it when I die I could sleep Bitch
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| My momma need a bigger crib so I need this money Jake
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| King Kong ain’t got shit on me
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| My face is a coupon
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| I don’t know them but they know me
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| Bitches pitch it, like pitchers
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| But I’m smart not a wild swinger careful at what I’m hitting
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| Burners in the sofa cushion careful where you sitting
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| Ain’t into nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas
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| G fizz fly holla at Wiz, catch the Steelers
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| Smelling like high times at the 50-yard-line
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| Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
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| And I’mma keep rolling up
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| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up
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| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up
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| Stashing for my unborn
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| They balling when they old enough
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| And um, my nigga the planes back
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| Getting full off of dinner but save scraps
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| Never know when a rainy day may happen
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| Pictures out of my life and bitches I Taylor gang that
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| Me and Spitta, spend a grand at the bar
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| Buying drinks for my niggas
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| Hoes selling they souls just to be with us
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| On the road with winners, champions
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| Ride smoking weed to myself the only reason they stress
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| Because I’m on the level you can’t be in
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| And I flick the middle finger to fake friends
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| We live like when the loyalty is strong you can’t bend
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| We the planes and all of my niggas stamped in
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| Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking Millionaire hoes
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| I’m in the air solo
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| You nowhere near close
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| Went and took the road this youngin here chose
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| Smoking it by the «O»
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| And I’mma keep rolling up
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| Putting the weed low when the police is rolling up
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| Fool all I know is go and let them haters slow me up
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| Stashing for my unborn
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| They balling when they old enough |