Jet Talk

(album: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)

Haha, bitch
Look, haha, okay

These bitches be hitting my phone, like, shut up
I don't wanna talk
These nigga be on my line, like, run up
Haha, you don't want no smoke
I'm in the jet, not a car or a boat
Came from the bottom, won't go back to broke
Tell yo' lil' shawty to throw me some throat
She in my bed and she like to get choked

Getting this cake like a young nigga B-Day
Fly out to florida, I'll be there for three days
Me and her sister, we might have a three-way
Fuck it, I don't wanna fuck, need a BJ

Fly out your crush from wherever she stay at
She fall in love, now you can't get your bae back
Send her right back to wherever y'all stay at
And now that bitch mad cause a nigga don't play back

I can't love no thooter (Thooter)
Shoutout to my shooter (Shooter)
These niggas be fake as fuck, they typing on computers (Damn)

Caps gon' lock and straps gon' pop
Runnin these bands, I'm never gon' stop
These niggas mad, my rollie don't tock
Yo' bitch is mad, that bitch is a thot

Yeah
Air plane mode in the jet bitch, Nyewmm
We fly, my nigga
Don't lie, my nigga
I tired of niggas just acting like they finna ride, my nigga
But when it comes down to the time, the niggas gon' die cause niggas was lying, my nigga
I guessed you tried, my nigga
I guessed you tried, my nigga
I guessed you tried, my nigga
I'm fly, my nigga
I guess I'm fly, my nigga
I guess I'm fly, my nigga
I guess I'm, I guess I'm

Shut up