Jet Speed ft. Rockstar Rick Lyrics

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