Damn I just woke up in the yo
What happened I don't even know
Last night was really Trippy
Or so at least I was told
All I remember is chillin in the booth with all my n***as smoking on dope
It was probably the double cup
Man or so I hope
But that's in the past
Shit don't matter no mo
As soon as I wake up time to bake up
Time to stack this cake, ain't no time to play
I'm switching through the lane tryna make a move
Cz listen here This Hispanic n***as got something to prove

Pull up with that 23 on my shoes
Gold chain on my neck and its singing too
Versace on my waist shining like the grace
That gold medusa caught yo bitchs face
Now she hit my line every single day give me face
Yeah it's JettLane I'll put you in yo place
Pussy boi talking shit, I'll shoot you with clip
Have you looking like Ricky on the fuckin strip
Shotgun to the back, looking like a fish
Wetter than your girl clit when I get in it
All up in her shits
From the spine to the ribs, play it like a fiddle in this bitch
And I Show up at your funeral with the clique
Young Taylors you know we're with the shits

We Got that gas delivered in the package
If you prefer you could call us savage
All my goons clappin (gun sound)
All my trill homies rappin
Don't forget the snaps, I get em back to back to back yeah
Them packs yeah they move fast
Don't try me, you too understaffed

Herb sounding like a sonic boom
So loud you could smell it through the roof
12 deep today gotta stay on P's&Q's
I think I got a slab or two
Got me stressing, this games a cursed blessing
Lil kids running around these streets straight flexing
That's yo daddy necklace
Boi I spend that on my breakfast ????
I won't hesitate if you think about gettin reckless
Thats one more name to the reapers checklist
Go ahead boi be the one to write yo death wish
Peace love n tranquility

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