Jet Blown

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Quavo]

(Waves)

Yeah

(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?)

[Refrain]

Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah

In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh

She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh

Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones, ooh

[Verse 1]

Yes, I'm from Fidel, uh, not no Castro, uh

She said she want anal, uh, bitch, I'm not no asshole, uh

Bitch, I’m a chick magnet, uh, these niggas, they maggots, uh

Margiela, long jacket, uh, like Inspector Gadget, uh

Hit that nigga wit the chopper, uh

Make that nigga do a break dance, uh

Make a nigga-nigga do a backspin, uh

Lambo' spin off the traction, uh

I'll bag a bitch off a hashtag

You send her money off of Cash App

Smoke so much, where the gas at?

Hit the blunt, now my voice raspy

Been past finish line, can't pass me

No, no, please don't sass me

Got the gun right there on the backseat

Chillin' with my dawg like Lassie

Two right feet, never left me

Count up the salad with the dressing

I make a hundred million, so you know I ain't never rusty

I make fifty million, so you know I ain't never rusty

I make twenty million, so you know I ain't never rusty

I make ten million, so you know I ain't never rusty

Bitch, I made five million, now I'm tryna run that check up

[Chorus]

Bitch, I made five million

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I could go to sleep, but you know I'm better up

Put the AP, Muller and the Prezi up

Young nigga, better get your bezel up

Young nigga, better get your fetty up

Gettin' money from the shows and the radio

Whippin' out the bowl like Betty, ho

There's many niggas in my circle, fit Cheerio

That's nothin', these niggas is a joke

(Waves)

Check 'em out, we got smoke

No, you do not rock no Gucci

Bitch, you is a ghost, ooh

Pull up in a Ghost, ooh

We scream success, then toast, ooh

[Refrain]

Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah

In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh

She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh

Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones

[Chorus]

Bitch, I made five million

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up

Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up