JET (REMIX) ft. jpizl Lyrics

Up in Chicago throw up the O, I cannot fuck with nobody that broke

Bad bitch slide and she giving me throat, But I cannot fuck on that dirty ass hoe

Stay in the trap and I count up my bread, He was dead on the scene cus we aim at his head

Sippin on purple but only see red, My brothers some felons they up in a jet

My brothers some felons they up in a jet, If you droppin the O get a bullet hole right in yo chest

Uh check mate, follow no man huh self made, We out on a drill jus me and lil J

Bout 40 some bullets if he talk on the gang, 2025 and I'm still in the game

2025 and I still never changed, Bitch we up in Chicago blowin this smoke

Take out his bitch she give me some more, Huh he can't be trusted he rat on his bro

Been like a year still been rowin this boat, Top of the game man im never gonna choke

Me and Jpizle we outin this hoe, Yeah huh me and Jpizle we outin this hoe

Back in the days we was hoppin a fence, I block out the hate Don't take no offense

Trust nobody they ratted they mans, He catchin these bullets that boy got some hands

Why's she callin no I wont answer, Throwin these ones, That bitch a lil dancer

Smokin this pack, Think I got cancer, Wearin all black they lurk like a panther

Hold up look like a panther im wearin all black, He thinkin he funny when he smoke a pack

Right when she show up she eat me like a snack, When we reload the glock bitch you better get back

When we pull up kill yo ass like a nack, Im mr pull up to the crib and spin back

While you talkin shit beat yo bitch from the back, I got like 300k thats a fact

You just a pussy lil bitch you a cat, Mr pull up to yo crib and start clappin shit

I just hopped in the booth and took off with this rappin shit, He say he a shooter but we know thats cappin shit

When im in chicago we throw up the what? (The O), Bodies all up on the floor

Juts go ask the opps yeah we up on the score, I love my bitch cus she straight from the O

He act like a bitch take him to a vet, Put a tag on his ass if he steppin my set

I ride with a 40, Got a K on my back, My shooters be lurkin you better not lack

Why he runnin and runnin, We not playin tag, If he talk on my name im droppin a bag

Last man down we rollin his pack, Caught on my block get hit in his hat