The Jetz

Wya why you ain't pop out yet
Mob ties bitch we chill in the jets
He can't play the game he think it's checkers but it's chess

He don't wanna get hit wit this flame so he running at his best
I'm like pussy u don't know my name nigga I'll leave u stretched

Yea we keep thirties and choppas we be lurking and looking for oppas
We be ducking and dodging from coppas

Got some za for the low imma cop up
Got a bitch and she give the drop up
She don't gaf she get u lined up

Zay in the back he go cray wit the k
We spin again we find out where u lay

We stop sliding start getting the cake
He clutching his iron shoot him in his face

They want us to spin again we spin again we hit his friend
We don't be playing round they know we got shooters we many men

We solidified that nigga playing u know he died
He in the sky he flying high

Where them racks at run down on em where the pack at
Where that shit at yo where the gat at

We hit a lick for glick nigga got hit in his shit
Stop talking you running ya lips get em out of here pussy dismissed

They wanna spin again cus they miss
Niggas try slide rocket want beef but we still want the broccoli

When demon on go they know ain't stopping me
If niggas been looking too long then I'm dropping em

We plot on niggas who know where the guap be
Ay zay thirty three shots to his face no id

I got a glock so i hope u don't try me
Know it get bad for you with all these beams play tag with you

They looking like damn what happen to you
That day should've kept ladder with you

Dont get tagged up now he in a blanket he wrapped up
Should've just backed up now he ended up clapped up