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Checkered flag type
Yea, when the reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the
Less wind resistance, more
You ain't sat in nothing this once (niggaa)
Fresh from the of Car & Driver
To the of high pilots
it in my collection
With the rest of my
Up-to-date bill sheets, mileage
in the console I know everything about it
Got yo wet, she need goggles
See me on the set, I'm the of survival
Live in the flesh, bombs on my rivals
We the JETS
You just motherfucking clown
ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, standing by them
Not really knowing them broads, standing by them
No first tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
I'm dollars, you admiring
I'm Words Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of prices
Marble or granite, islands
Got a mill out the deal I'm on the grind
(JET life on niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming just me some time
(JET life on bitches yeah)
Putting it all together got something in
(JET on them niggas yeah)
Show better than I can tell them they gon feel me
Show them better I can tell em they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up changing up say they gone kill me
If ever catch me slipping
I give a fuck, sincerely
I know they emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, they was in it
Jealousy, just em negative energy
I put my hands praying for my friend-emies
let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can't the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking it's 10 of me
Dropping record after record them bitches slippery
I like nice and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Physics
Get on task fool, Trap til a
Wrote these in New Orleans and performed them in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's drug dealing
"My God", a feeling

, Decepticon
button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, then
Jet in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great