Jet Speed

Kicking back we got no worries just having fun
Big boy I gotta stack all these honey buns
Shitting on em on the daily, dont got the runs
Guala guala money calling run up the funds
Jet skis we on the wave we soak up the sun
We been making hits and they all one of them ones
I been feeling heartless ain't no love in this club
Swinging for the fences like I play for the cubs
Know too many niggas sold they soul for a check
I don't need a dj just to say that we the best
We been moving dangerous we might just need a vest
Life's a game of chess but I ain't playing like the rest

Jet speed like I'm in a nascar
Test me, we all know you not hard
Nasty, she know how to play her part
Bless me, way more money than before

I don't do no posts and I be working on the low
Gotta keep my circle small I don't call everybody bro
Sparked it up and took a shot, it got me geeking out fosho
All that talking don't mean shit they just be doing it for show
I do not wear no designer clothes for any basic hoe
Put 24 up on my neck and your shit turning green fosho
If you talking bout some money than just know I'm on a roll
Vvs colored skittles she can taste the rainbow
Iced her wrist out and she bad
You chase me but I chase bags
She the right amount of bougie basic bitches make me mad
We the ones and not the two
Smoking gas in Malibu
I got options pick n choose
Might pop out in Christian Lous
Life been goin jetspeed and I don't know how to feel
I just rolled another three five, that shit got me in my feels
I be big on all my blocks, my nickname could be Shaquille
Shooting dice and taking chances, turning ten into a mill
Know some people lost they ways, cause they started popping pills
Most the city rap be cap so I'm just trynna keep it real
Had to get my shit together cause I started paying bills
Put my city on my back just like Demar and Justin Fields

Jet speed like I'm in a nascar
Test me, we all know you not hard
Nasty, she know how to play her part
Bless me, way more money than before

All these people living fast and dying young
I should hop inside the trackhawk like I'm Trae Young
Imma keep recording day n night until the money come
Finally booked a show, just rehearsed and now we up to sum
I can do it all, go to school and still record a ton
All these bitches fake, trynna take, what's the point of em
Bands a make her dance bands a make her dance
When she get that money get to clapping
She ain't using hands
Gambling with life, this my only chance
Jetspeed living fast, that's what's in the plan
Bands a make her dance bands a make her dance
When she get that money get to clapping
She ain't using hands
Gambling with life, this my only chance
Jetspeed living fast, that's what's in the plan

Jet speed like I'm in a nascar
Test me, we all know you not hard
Nasty, she know how to play her part
Bless me, way more money than before

Jetspeed

Test me

Nasty

Jet speed



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Writer(s): Drew Stover
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