Jet Fuel

(album: Paperwork - 2014)

[Hook:]
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yelling
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

Man you so lame, just looking at you, nigga
While I'm in here no bitch'll give her pussy to you, nigga, no
She say "Not even with a bank roll"
Cause the king getting money when the bank's closed
Yeah, she in her heels on her knees though
Yeah, her nigga call, she don't leave though
Nope, I beat that pussy like she stole something
Then tell that ho get up and roll something
We pouring up, blowing gas, weed noisy
She on that molly, won't stop talking and annoying me
I'm like, "Why don't you suck a nigga's dick or somethin'?"
Or take it from behind while you eat a bitch or something
I like my bitches doubled up like my white cup
I like my pint sealed up, drank poured up
Yup, and you know you don't wanna catch it
You don't wanna see my niggas acting ratchet with the ratchet

[Hook]

[Lil Boosie:]
I'm a jet fuel smoker, crazy like the Joker
Suck it 'fore you fuck it is exactly what I told her
Ten bottles, two models, kush sack, it's a jet ride
Go and get my game stash, bitch, off the west side
Baby daddy face looking long, better change that
Make a nigga drop some change on your lame ass
Bob Marley smoke, spending hundred after hundred
Jumped down her throat and in her stomach, now she running
Me and my henchmen, we be gunning for the money, blowing jet fuel
We don't pay for pussy cause we fuck more than we rest, dude
I bet you that your main bitch'll bless boo
And every ho with her when they see me gon' break their neck too
Rich dick in her, I done gave the bitch life support
High in the pussy same way that I was high in court
Flip it, slap it, rub it down, finish, give it back up
Wash the dick off while she roll the kush sack up

[Hook]

Better kush if them bitches wanna blow, of the blow
For the hoes who be playing with their nose, now you know
That the king all about the dollar bills, quarter mil'
In the bag, slapping bitches on their ass with dollar bills
You don't like it, ho? You ain't gotta chill then
Leave the laughing match and go back to where you live then
Nope, but you don't wanna do that
How this ho blowing on me, where her trumpet or her flute at?
I brought a pound and she blew that, see he brought two back
Drunk up a pint of lean, ain't sleeping, now who can do that?
She dipping all that molly, steady asking where the food at
You don't believe me? Ask my nigga Jeezy, he can true that
I beat that pussy, blew that, man I ain't gon' finesse it
Man you know what I'm smoking, shawty you ain't gotta check it
You can smell it, this shit I'm smoking straight up out of D4
I ain't talking but it's loud when the weed blow
Yup, like I'm fresh up on the runway
Wheels up, weed loud like gunplay
On them sucka niggas with their lame ass
You bustas blowing train smoke, we blowing gas

[Hook]

What you mean, why should you? I think a more appropriate question would be why not.
I mean, look around you, exceptions to circumstances require exceptions to be made.
Would you not consider this exceptional? Any sane woman would.
But it's not so much who I am as what I am a stand up guy, man of respect.
This life of value, you can't just go purchase and put it on, baby.
Anybody say they can, they just putting on.
Aye, you need to check their certification. I keep my paperwork