Jet Pack Kush

Jet pack kush
Jet pack kush
Jet pack kush

Poppin' tags 101
Gucci, Louie, Yves St. Laurent (Gucci, Louie, Yves St. Laurent)
Now I wanna smoke a joint (now I wanna smoke a joint)
Jet pack kush that's what I want (jet pack kush that's what I want)
Boy, that's what a nigga got (boy, that's what a nigga got)
So call me if you wanna cop (so call me if you wanna cop)
You can tell I shop a lot (you can tell I shop a lot)
So fresh I made the party stop

Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high

Yeah, I got that jet pack, yes, you want to get that
Better bring me back three and you won't regret that
Got a fire O.Z., 28 grams, mane
Holla at your boy for that 'caine, that's a campaign
On the fuckin' cornеr with my Louie V shades on
M.I.A. shawty 305 gettin' paid, son

I don't givе a fuck, we talk talk, comin' through
Bitches on my dick, had to stick the shit in her loose
Coochie hole, beat the shit from the fuckin' side
Hell yeah, you know I'm high, got my hat to the side
Gucci print on that bitch and it match her damn shoes
305, Metro Zu, nigga, what the fuck they do?
Middle finger to the opps, fuck all them haters snitchin'

I always find a fine bitch to stick my dick in
KY lube and jelly, got that condom on my dick
I beat that pussy up, she ride it 'til she get sick
Thick bean, I stick like I'm on a bean
I told a bitch, "Just suck my dick while I just smoke my green"
That fire, that fire, that jet pack weed
These bitches on my dick, your boy Sir D, aye

Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high

Metro Zu, ballin', aye, we got the dope
Them junkies pull and tug like a fuckin' rope
Yeah, you know how it is, yeah, we got the scope
If you try to touch my product, man, it's at your throat (ballin')
Remove the keys, on her knees
Bitches suck my dick for a choosin' fee (yeah)
I be a pimp with no limp (yeah)
Jet pack kush got me like a blimp (aye)

I'm soarin', dawg, I'm tourin', dawg
All you other niggas got borin' dawg
It's me, man, mark ya shawty, I serve the racks
I'm poppin' tags, we gettin' stacks (yeah)
We do this shit like all the time (time)
Pussy ass nigga, you can't rhyme (nah)
Fiends get my product, holla bingo
Smokin' long blunts like flamingo

Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Jet pack kush, get a nigga high
Get a nigga high, get a nigga high



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Writer(s): Robert Thompson
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