[Intro: Jet 2]
Jet 2, whussaap! (Uh)
[Verse 1: Jet 2]
Muthafucka, it is Jet 2 Da Random
And I am from Wrekless, the answer
Bitch, meet Santa
All we get is gifts like we swimmin' in the land of
Snow White, dear; gimme head like some antlers
And nigga, I be runnin' on the track until I cramp up
300 Spartan, Chrysler; no Phantom
And uh, I just sip her up like a Fanta
Nigga, I'm the shit like a flushing toilet handle
I be in the zone, these niggas be in the stand, bruh
Sittin' down, but every time I score; they bitches stand up
Swag like I'm on camera; snapshot capture ya
Tape it like cassette, I get her wetter than the rapture does
No offense, I clog holes like I tackled ya
Freeze that ass, and I don't carry ice like a rapper does
I just get all around her curves like parabolas
Four girls, eight legs; call them hoes tarantulas
[Verse 2: Hitman]
'Kay, Hitman's on; brought the swag with that
You're nameless, blame this on me statin' the facts
Rappin' wit' my niggas, they got me if I slack
But that is like hardly ever; safe to say, my shit attached
Flow runnin' laps, 400 meter spittin'
How I'm livin', niggas wishin' they could wake up wit' my vision
I ain't trippin', baby listen
That pussy, I'ma slip in
No time for a' intermission
I'm in it like a new engine, ay
Nevermind them other guys, I'm fly guy; pilot
Land right in the pussy; call it Private Island
Shape it up, then size it
Swag multiplyin'
Hoes say I'm on when a nigga barely tryin'
Why act violent? I hush it up, silence
Quiet, I'm sneakin' up just soon as the night hit
But just soon as the pipe hit, I'm solvin' all the leakage
They say the truth hurts, well baby you gon' believe this
[Verse 3: Jet 2]
See, this flow will change her attitude if she conceited
Get her wetter than a' ocean, she be blowin' like Aretha, uh
She open, so I throw it deep; she my main receiver
And she know I like them divas
That give head like pain relievers
Feed her dick and make her eat it
Beat her pussy tangerine, and eat it like a tangerine
I shake that pussy; tambourine
Until it's sore like a canker, keep it bumpin' like the beat
Pretty bitch from Miami, get her wet and pass the heat
Like ahh
[Verse 4: Hitman]
Brand new shit, and I done dropped a log
Smoke dumb kush, can you make it through the fog?
Competition clear, I'm seein' through 'em all
I'm workin' minus the pause; ball hard like Gasol
Let it up, nah; kill's the only law
Burnin' up, nigga; bring your summer to your fall
Then I proceed to call Wrekless
Check this, if Jet on the track, you already got the message
[Bridge: Jet 2 & Hitman]
Everyone involved, who want it? Come get it
And if this was a movie, bitch this is the credits
Murder any track, 400; David Gettis
Runnin shit over; Jerome Bettis
Bust these pussy niggas like between the legs
Lyrics aim for your head, I send it; no FedEx
FedEx, red X, now you can be my target
Flow on point, you would think a nigga bought it
Songs full of flows like I'm singin' in a market
I'm a dog, here's my mark; I'ma leave it in the carpet
Fuck what it seems, I'm livin' in a dream
Trampoline flow, only jump where the green go
Flows so straight hotter than kerosene
Try again, muthafucka; y'all niggas get repo'
Repo, sleep though just to pass time
Tryna stay safe, but I kills; flat-line, ay
This is how we do it
Wrekless in the buildin'
And them hoes know we the shit-est
Stack them stacks up to the ceilin', ay!
Life is like a movie, bring your girlfriend, Suzy
Tell that bitch to do me, now we done made a movie
Now me and yo' girl got a sex documentary
I knew that she was feelin' me
She put yo' ass on penalty
Ha ha, here come the LOL
Watch me pass the test y'all failed
They say that I'm the shit, but I can't smell
Bring it to yo' door, baby, "you got mail"
I give her creamy white mayo
After I hit; Mike Vrabel
I turn her on like cable
She be ready like, "lego!"
Haha
Haha
[Verse 5: Hitman]
Yeah, okay, stackin' them chips; Cheese Nips
Hold on the money; firm grip
You drink, I sip, that's why you always trippin'
Ahead of the game, I'll mention
Threesomes, foursomes, five just pendin'
Treat 'em like textin', then I'll send 'em
Wishin' they could come back, but I never fall back
Draw that, you already know where her drawers at
[Verse 6: Jet 2]
I keep 'em in my draw-sack
Burn her calories like a salad; I toss that
Toss that shit like Vince, get her wetter than Prince
And I rinse with her water; rainy forecast
And she feelin', and she feel it, yeah, it's pound-time
Mrs. Weather lady reportin' from cloud nine
I am sure they'll dial 9-1-1
When the neighbors hear how I hit it
Blum, blum, bow, bam!
[Outro: Jet 2]
Yeah, shout-out to Hitman
New member of Wrekless
Yeah
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