jet fuel

Lyrics

thinking that fell off, you got me fucked up, i got friends, i got shooters, they gon' bust, bust, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck, he call me wednesday 'cause i'm his crush, crush, queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up, ridin' round, 20 ps, in the truck, truck, y'all niggas fucking milfs, i'm a motherfucker, they say, "you still live in a mansion?" i'm like yup, yup, bitch, this ain't no glow for me, i'm trappin' dope-ally, i got pounds of the purple weed, it look potpourri, flyest bitch in the room, you lil bitches can't fuck with me, and i'm drowning in this money, ain't no fucking boat for me, a1 all the time 'cause i'm fucking saucy, kim k riding shotgun, please, i'm fucking bossy, ol' boy say he love me, but his shorty ain't no me, oh, lil homie ballin', but i'm way too out his league, yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy, like marie calendar, bitch we sellin' pies, breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' i got ties, hundred pounds of og, we let it fly, please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause i'ma hit that, thought it was sweet until i broke the bitch like a kit-kat, it's money in the mattress, i be fucking up a check, i don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest, thinking that fell off, you got me fucked up, i got friends, i got shooters, they gon' bust, bust, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck, he call me wednesday 'cause i'm his crush, crush, queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up, ridin' round, 20 ps, in the truck, truck, y'all niggas fucking milfs, i'm a motherfucker, they say, "you still live in a mansion?" i'm like yup, yup, i gotta, you know these niggas they gon' call for me, i don't talk for free, let georgie talk for me, i don't gotta cut my old school, he gon' whip that four for me, gotta goon that'll kill for me, call that hood chivalry, and the clique keep going, up, up and we going, like siamese, they joined, to the plate, filet mignon, 'til my new car hit high speed, 'cause bitch car be foreign, i'm in a new city, like i'm tourin', abracadabra, get it going, oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy, like marie calendar, bitch we sellin' pies, breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' i got ties, hundred pounds of og, we let it fly, please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause i'ma hit that, thought it was sweet until i broke the bitch like a kit-kat, it's money in the mattress, i be fucking up a check, i don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest, thinking that fell off, you got me fucked up, i got friends, i got shooters, they gon' bust, bust, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck, he call me wednesday 'cause i'm his crush, crush, queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up, ridin' round, 20 ps, in the truck, truck, y'all niggas fucking milfs, i'm a motherfucker, they say, "you still live in a mansion?" i'm like yup, yup