Jetlxg. Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

I don't know why they keep playing with me

I don't know why they keep playing with me like I'm really not the shit

You know I'm really the shit yeah

I'm off the x so I move like jetlag

Tw-Twelve hour flight got jetlag

Keep my hand in my pants on my Smith and

Ride around town I'ma set it off

No lil bih, Ian sad at all

You don't compare to my set at all

And you ain't repping no set at all

And you ain't repping my set, Hell nah

All I gotta do is make one call

Gang is sliding fuck the mob

I-I just did a show and got some racks finna spend it at the mall

Ian broke, Ion check no price I don't give a fuck, I'll spend it all

They sixteen deep we gon kill them all, Fuck what you saw

Hunnids on Hunnids on Hunnids on Hunnids on Hunnids

Digits on Digits on Digits

I ride in the back of that cat, counting my cash and you still washing them dishes

Broke broke broke ass nigga can't feel me

Fake fake fake ass gang can't kill me

Twenty five K for a carti on wrist

Walk in the party I'm taking your bitch

I hit up my gang,might pass that bitch

I tried to throw hands and he grabbed the blick

Th-that nigga moving real sad and shit

He hating cause Jayy really having shit

These niggas know I'm really having shit

I'm really having shit

Nigga wanna play hit a lick

That nigga stuck like a tick

Skrtt, I might crash the whip (huh)

Might catch a pick, (wait)

Might flash a pic, Diamonds on armor and flashy shit

Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds on diamonds on diamonds

Turn off the lights and you know that Jayy shining, Im shining im shining im shining im shining

Dick in your bitch and she whining

Dick in your bitch now she crying, Jayy coming by hear the sirens huh

Got a new show in a different city

Bra-Brand new hoe and the bitch showing tittys

Ha-Hating ass hoes wanna get up with me

They like the way that I hit my griddy uh

Stomp on they head like 50 Cent

Broke ass nigga owe me 50 cent

I like my hoes itty bitty huh

P-P Y T And she pretty huh

She want me to play with her kitty huh

Call me when I hit her city, they way gang sliding we a committee huh

They say I'm rapping real reckless

Jayy hop on beat and he killing shit

Walk in I'm raising the ceiling bitch

I told them don't play with me

I get back in my mode

Back in this shit, huh back in this bitch

I'm laughing and shit

Huh album mode huh I'm making a hit (Yeah)

They taking my pic yeah

They stealing my fit yeah

They hoping I miss

I was on vacation on a twelve hour flight now I got jetlag

I was going through some shit I got some stuff I never had

I told myself I'd never quit cause it would make these haters glad

But hell nah we fuck that shit I'm trynna make this haters mad

Damn

I don't know why they keep playing with me

I don't know why they keep playing with me like I'm really not the shit

You know that I'm really the shit yeah

I'm off the x so I move like jetlag

Tw-Twelve hour flight got jetlag

Keep my hand in my pants on my Smith and

Ride around town I'ma set it off

No lil bih, Ian sad at all

You don't compare to my set at all

And you ain't repping no set at all

All I gotta do is make one call

Gang is sliding fuck fuck the mob

I-I just did a show and got some racks finna spend it at the mall

Ian broke, Ion check no price I don't give a fuck, I'll spend it all

They sixteen deep we gon kill them all, Fuck what you saw

Hunnids on Hunnids on Hunnids on

Digits on Digits on Digits

I ride in the back of that , counting my cash and you still washing them dishes

I'm off the x so I move like jetlag

Tw-Twelve hour flight got jetlag

I'm off the x so I move like jetlag

Tw-Twelve hour flight got jetlag