Jetty for President
I'm not a rapper the money come faster
Niggas ain't trappers they actors wait
I'm tiger woods to the industry I need to own all the masters
You should be calling me master really my son but left em alone he bastard
Niggas be lying so much should pledged to the cappers you ain't never been a factor
This cough ain't no covid the pressure is potent
Exotic I'm smoking I'm up in the clouds I be floating
He thought he was fucking with me man he joking
This shit it ain't sweet it ain't no sugar coating
Chopper be singing just like Billy Ocean
Ain't no way not to notice the commotion
It sound like a band when the organs is blowing
He playing the drums poetry in motion
My nigga got stings serve 'em in the open
He gotta degree in whipping with the soda
That shit Reaganomics talking bout payola
He only take answers on the Motorola
We gotta get down he calling up the soldiers
He had to sit down can't wait until it's over
Industry want me to fold for exposure
The weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm anemic ain't nobody colder
Hoe we been smoking gas in the open
Fuck Biden and trump they should make me the potus
My Vice President Rodman or Odom
We gon celebrate drinking Coronas And the stimulus come with a bonus
They ain't do shit we freeing the homies and then we deporting Takashi for trolling
I don't know why they be thinking that what they doing be fucking with me
I heard lil bro in his feelings but that shit ain't making me lose out on sleep Whoever be buying them lies you telling I hope that they kept the receipt
I hit ya fling when I need company her name TLC cause she just wanna creep
Aye wait
Lil baby fine aye told her to hit up my line
She tryna slide I really don't mind She wanna fuck all the time what a time
Me and my niggas the illest alive Brodie he walk with that fire
We in December it sound like the 4th July
Smoking on loud it's kinda hard to keep quiet
We in the club getting faded you ain't VIP so I ain't even notice you hating
Shorty need help with her savings pull out more 1s guarantee that she finna get naked shake it
Threw that shit back so amazing
I been in amazement I been contemplating
I don't be wearing a cape deposits the only time that I been checking and saving
Yeah lil bi get slayed
Get it for 2 and I sell it for 3 we gon flip the whole thing you ain't getting an eighth wait
Sipping on ace aye
I got some expensive taste
Call me bob ross when I'm painting her face
Smoking on moon rock I think in space
This cough ain't no covid the pressure is potent
Exotic I'm smoking I'm up in the clouds I be floating
He thought he was fucking with me man he joking
This shit it ain't sweet it ain't no sugar coating
Chopper be singing just like Billy Ocean
Ain't no way not to notice the commotion
It sound like a band when the organs is blowing
He playing the drums poetry in motion
My nigga got stings serve em in the open
He gotta degree in whipping with the soda
That shit reganomiks talking bout payola
He only take answers on the moterolla
We gotta get down he calling up the soldiers
He had to sit down can't wait until it's over
Industry want me to fold for exposure
The weight of the world on my shoulders wait
Niggas ain't trappers they actors wait
I'm tiger woods to the industry I need to own all the masters
You should be calling me master really my son but left em alone he bastard
Niggas be lying so much should pledged to the cappers you ain't never been a factor
This cough ain't no covid the pressure is potent
Exotic I'm smoking I'm up in the clouds I be floating
He thought he was fucking with me man he joking
This shit it ain't sweet it ain't no sugar coating
Chopper be singing just like Billy Ocean
Ain't no way not to notice the commotion
It sound like a band when the organs is blowing
He playing the drums poetry in motion
My nigga got stings serve 'em in the open
He gotta degree in whipping with the soda
That shit Reaganomics talking bout payola
He only take answers on the Motorola
We gotta get down he calling up the soldiers
He had to sit down can't wait until it's over
Industry want me to fold for exposure
The weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm anemic ain't nobody colder
Hoe we been smoking gas in the open
Fuck Biden and trump they should make me the potus
My Vice President Rodman or Odom
We gon celebrate drinking Coronas And the stimulus come with a bonus
They ain't do shit we freeing the homies and then we deporting Takashi for trolling
I don't know why they be thinking that what they doing be fucking with me
I heard lil bro in his feelings but that shit ain't making me lose out on sleep Whoever be buying them lies you telling I hope that they kept the receipt
I hit ya fling when I need company her name TLC cause she just wanna creep
Aye wait
Lil baby fine aye told her to hit up my line
She tryna slide I really don't mind She wanna fuck all the time what a time
Me and my niggas the illest alive Brodie he walk with that fire
We in December it sound like the 4th July
Smoking on loud it's kinda hard to keep quiet
We in the club getting faded you ain't VIP so I ain't even notice you hating
Shorty need help with her savings pull out more 1s guarantee that she finna get naked shake it
Threw that shit back so amazing
I been in amazement I been contemplating
I don't be wearing a cape deposits the only time that I been checking and saving
Yeah lil bi get slayed
Get it for 2 and I sell it for 3 we gon flip the whole thing you ain't getting an eighth wait
Sipping on ace aye
I got some expensive taste
Call me bob ross when I'm painting her face
Smoking on moon rock I think in space
This cough ain't no covid the pressure is potent
Exotic I'm smoking I'm up in the clouds I be floating
He thought he was fucking with me man he joking
This shit it ain't sweet it ain't no sugar coating
Chopper be singing just like Billy Ocean
Ain't no way not to notice the commotion
It sound like a band when the organs is blowing
He playing the drums poetry in motion
My nigga got stings serve em in the open
He gotta degree in whipping with the soda
That shit reganomiks talking bout payola
He only take answers on the moterolla
We gotta get down he calling up the soldiers
He had to sit down can't wait until it's over
Industry want me to fold for exposure
The weight of the world on my shoulders wait
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