Jet Blue ft. Ghostface Killah, A-Tone & B-Guy Griffin Lyrics

Uh huh

Yeah

Jet Blue Shit

You like a snake in the grass that strikes to bite

Dangerous mind that poison the waters

Walls look like Trumps on all the borders

Hoarders, cribs like Junkyard dog

Stacks of shit like you runnin a blog I blow fog

Smooth like I'm steamin out a box of clams

Rugal Strawberry kush, and purple yams

The scan is cash rule or rules a big bag

The bag of rubber bands stacks and a green rag

Makin' em play with you

You ain't tight with me

Took the bird off my arm cause the shit kept bitin' me

Dame skippy Wu Tang roots are essential

My jewels shine hard like a verse on a instrumental

I ain't a janitor I'm a giant like Andre

Splash of pineapple with a whole glass of Bombay

Jet Blue shit

Some real stunnas

Double Nike Airs in black they run from us

Jet Blue shit

We straight wylin

Stayin fly from Idaho to Shaolin

Jet Blue shit

Crossin overseas

Lookin at this ice like what has it done to me

Jet Blue shit

House Gang Wu Tang

Rings and few chains

You know how we do thangs

Triple homicide gettin committed on this instrumental

Mouth so hot I gotta ice it fore I see the dental

I just smile of the purp don't need no credential

Now judge got me labeled as a perp cause I'm right in my mental

Where the undercover lies

Shhhh

Broken by the barrier thinkin I'm like these other guys

I'm never satisfied

My goals go up climbin the ladder size

My bars are like milk straight the cow

They come unpasturized

Now

Climb in my mental reveal grimy shit uh

Lettin the demons battle beside of it uh

Watchin opponents I'm iron sightin

In the middle of the night with my pipe that I like lightin

With the projects in my fist

Multi faces on the wrist

Only rat that I fuck with got cheese

Round here we plead the fifth

Thankful for my freedom but the culture's for the kids

Now the house is on that jet blue shit you know the biz

Jet Blue shit

Some real stunnas

Double Nike Airs in black they run from us

Jet Blue shit

We straight wylin

Stayin fly from Idaho to Shaolin

Jet Blue shit

Crossin overseas

Lookin at this ice like what has it done to me

Jet Blue shit

House Gang Wu Tang

Rings and few chains

You know how we do thangs

Rapscallions who rap and stack galleons

Gold medallions mobbin like Italians

Liquor in a chalice cookie by the ounces

Got me out the atmosphere I'm tryna find a balance

Wooah

Workin til the house becomes a palace

My accountant'll be countin dollars til her fingers callous

Cha ching

I might spend a thousand on my outfits

Don't care if it gets dirty though I'll wear it in the mountains

Jet blue shit

Flyer than a falcon

If you got drip, I must be a fountain

Splash

Fans shout and scream when they hear Ghostface

Now they yellin Griffin House tearin up the whole base

Boom

We body beats turn it to a cold case

If you want smoke I'm puttin sherm on it the joints laced

This a god cypher like a circle down in Point Place

What

Word to your mother

Ha ha