Jet Lagg

Jet lag so i got to stay afloat
Wanna be me
But you can't cause you broke
On fire and i want all the smoke
Light it up, Finna take another toke

Jet lag so i got to stay afloat
Now you mad cause you
Really really broke
I'm on fire, i want all the smoke
Light it up finna take another toke

Bitch mad, Real mad
Feeling like a baddie
When i'm getting to the bag
Every song i put out
Imma make you hoes gag
Got you hoes lost, you gonna need a dog tag
Pop tags, Price tags
Gas your head up looking like a bean bag
Slide on an opp, make you hoes real mad
Fight you on the PJ
Give your ass Jet lag

Throw it back in the back
Of the hatchback
Gassed up got me feeling
Like i'm real bad
A Hundred bands in the side of my Gucci bag
You see me good
Now you wanna wave a white flag
(Thick bitch)
I ain't talking about my shopping bag
You a dog type Nigga
Need a pee pad
On my nuts
You gonna need some fucking knee pads
Got you pressed
Nick-Name you bitches Keypad

Lemme stop before i get you hoes too mad
(Taking notes?)
Better get your big note pad
Good boy, Now i'm feeling like i'm real bad
Speeding off on a thousand dollar moped

She ain't into work, she in them trenches
He ain't pushin no plug
He pushin benches
I'm choking, hoping i don't catch they stenches
Yeah, i'm on the internet...
But i'm hard to mention

Jet lag so i got to stay afloat
Wanna be me
But you can't cause you broke
On fire and i want all the smoke
Light it up, Finna take another toke

Jet lag so i got to stay afloat
Now you mad cause you
Really really broke
I'm on fire, i want all the smoke
Light it up finna take another toke

Rock out, Glocks out
When we pop out
A full sweep
But we don't bring the mop out
Talking shit like i won't
Knock your mouth out
Ran up on him and we caught him with his Glock Out
K-O In the ring it's a knock out
I get A's and B's and you a drop out
Now you mad and you looking like you burnt out
A loser now I bet your daddy wish he pulled out

(DBS)
you got dumb bitch syndrome
Going crazy
Got you looking for your mental
Losing your mind
Gotta put you in a Mental home-
Wrecking this car
Sonic coins bumping out your dome

Feds on me
Better call me El Chapo
Can't stop
Cause they want my Guapo
In the bank, I mean...
En el Banco, In the hood-
I'm called Versace Blanco

You a lame, you a fraud
You a Capsack
Should've kicked you in your head
Like a knapsack
Get your back pack
You got to back track
All that energy
You better match that

You a punk ass Bitch
I'm getting flashbacks
You making me sick
I need a hazmat
Suiting me up like
Sir Yesss sir, (Hoorah)
I'm ready for combat

Jet lag so i got to stay afloat
Im on a plane
While you rowing on a boat
In a coupé and i'm rolling with the pope (With the pope)
Class clown so you know i got the jokes (Got the jokes)
Class clown so you know i got the jokes (Got the jokes)
Class clown so you know i got the jokes... (Got the jokes)



Credits
Writer(s): Jerrell C
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