Jet Fuel

[Chorus: T.I.]

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it

Ay, ay, 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

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Man you so lame, just lookin' at you, nigga

While I'm in here no bitch'll give her pussy to you, nigga, no

Uh-uh, she say "Not even with a bank roll"

Cause the king gettin' 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 somethin'

Uh-huh, then tell that ho get up and roll somethin'

We pourin' up, blowin' gas, weed noisy

She on that molly, won't stop talkin' and annoyin' 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 somethin'"

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 actin' ratchet with the ratchet

[Chorus: T.I.]

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it

Ay, ay, 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

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]

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 gangsta ass bitch off the west side

Baby daddy face lookin' long, better change that, nigga

Make a nigga drop some change on your lame ass

Bob Marley smoke, spendin' hundred after hundred

Jumped down her throat and in her stomach, now she runnin'

Me and my henchmen, we be gunnin' for the money, blowin' 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

[Chorus: T.I.]

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it

Ay, ay, 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

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Better kush if them bitches wanna blow, of the blow

For the hoes who be playin' with their nose, now you know

That the king all about the dollar bills, quarter mil'

In the bag, slappin' bitches on their ass with dollar bills

Ay, you don't like it, ho? You ain't gotta chill then

Leave the lavish match and go back to where you live then

Nope, but you don't wanna do that

How this ho blowin' 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 sleepin', now who can do that?

She dippin' all that molly, steady askin' 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 smokin', shawty you ain't gotta check it

You can smell it, this shit I'm blowin' straight up out of D4

I ain't talkin' but it's loud when the weed blow

Yup, like I'm fresh up on the runway

Wheels up, weed loud like gunplay (pow, pow, pow)

On them sucka niggas with their lame ass

You bustas blowin' train smoke, we blowin' plane gas

[Chorus: T.I.]

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it

Ay, ay, 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

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

And we blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

[Outro: T.I.]

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 puttin' on

Aye, you need to check their certification

I keep my paperwork