JET JET (SWS EDITION)

Yeah I'm gettin paid

These niggas been out here

They act hella gay

I really just got it

Y'all actin like strays

Whoa, hold up that

New Patek

I really got it

I aim at yo neck

Like hoe

Hold up

This Nike tech

Don't fit

Whoa

(Don't fit, don't fit)

Do not fit

Do not fit

But I'm out here

Gettin rich

So I go head

Cop another fit

Like I'm bipolar

(I'm bipolar)

Like I'm bipolar

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Yo I might

Fuck yo bitch

But I can't tell her

To come over

I can't offer closure

(No closure)

That's for real

(Yo that's for real yeah)

I can't fuck with you

Or fuck with

How you feel

That's for real

Like I'm tryna

Get it

Tryna ball up

Like Bradley Beal

(Like Bradley, Bradley)

Man I just got it

Kick it up

Like King of the Hill

(King of the Hill)

Yo he got gas

He got thrax

Yeah that boy

Been off that propane

Aye I'm finna get it

Know I hit em in the head

Just like he Cobain

What? Whoa

(Like he Cobain)

Told her just

Leave me alone

But she really keep

Callin my phone

So I'm hittin delete

This ain't no GTA

I really don't play

I really just whip elegys

Ion not stay in the scat

I stay in the jet

I hop in the snow

And I ski

Know I be runnin too fast

When I'm gettin these racks

I hit yo lil bitch

On her knees

Told her just

Leave me alone

But she really keep

Callin my phone

So I'm hittin delete

This ain't no GTA

I really don't play

I really just whip elegys

Ion not stay in the scat

I stay in the jet

I hop in the snow

And I ski

Know I be runnin too fast

When I'm gettin these racks

I hit yo lil bitch

On her knees