KidCarlos - Jet Fuel

Uh
I see you eyein' I ain't lyin'
I be getting so fresh, so when I pull up I'm gon' fly in
Uh, like a pilot, baby in my cockpit, uh
I just want to keep you on my side, and in my pocket, uh
Uh, yeah, the racks, they blue
Uh, the tags, they new
I just want lil mama, she told me that she gon shoot
Yeah the racks, they blue, huh
The tags they new, huh
I'm tryna go crazy, I might end up on the news, huh
What's-what's the move, huh, I keep that tool, huh
Keep a blicky and a sticky, uh huh, to clear the room, huh
Uh, off that jet fuel, uh, smell the fumes, huh
Yeah, off that gas bitch, huh, sweep em like broom, huh
Huh, I ain't got no time to entertain the games huh, yeah
I ain't fight bitch I don't even need no gains huh, yeah
Solo dolo, bitch I don't even need no gang huh, huh
Rolling off that juice and she gon take the blame, huh
Yeah, rolling off a pill, uh, rolling off a few shots
I might call a few thots, all my dollars blue, huh
Ain't no better than me
Don't want me to leave, she want me to stay
Cuz ain't get no better than me
I-I get the chopper and the bitch don't even aim, cuz they ain't even better than me
Bad lil' bitch say she wanna be my main, cuz they ain't better than me
All-all these lil' ass pussy boys catch that flame, hop out my motherfucking lane
I just might blow out the brains, I put in that pain
I make that motherfucker sing, my teeth is so white and so shiny, call me Johnny Dang
I hit that motherfucking ceiling, lil' bitch you know that I stay fly
I hit that motherfucking ceiling, lil' bitch I'm tryn stack my racks high
I hit-I hit that motherfucking ceiling
Tummy just wished for a burner to the lil' killing
I just been chasing a million
I think I'm gon' get it, I cannot stop, got a lil feelin'
I get so motherfucking high, they waiting for me to come down
I turn up, when the sun down
Hit the lights off and we run down
His little thot, finna come now
He callin, but she munch now
Run down bitch and I touchdown
Lil' boy shit, get flushed down
I see you eyein' I ain't lyin'
I be getting so fresh, so when I pull up I'm gon' fly in
Uh, like a pilot, baby in my cockpit, uh
I just want to keep you on my side, and in my pocket, uh
Uh, yeah, the racks, they blue
Uh, the tags, they new
I just want lil mama, she told me that she gon shoot
Yeah the racks, they blue, huh
The tags they new, huh
I'm tryna go crazy, I might end up on the news, huh
What's-what's the move, huh, I keep that tool, huh
Keep a blicky and a sticky, uh huh, to clear the room, huh
Uh, off that jet fuel, uh, smell the fumes, huh
Yeah, off that gas bitch, huh, sweep em like broom, huh
Uh, yeah, air out the scene
I do shit you ain't even seen
I pop shit you know I'm a fiend
I don't need no motherfucking team, oh yeah
Uh, oh so green, oh yeah
That boy so motherfucking green, oh yeah
Tryna put shit on a tee, oh yeah
That shit I guarantee, oh yeah
Oh yeah, uh-huh
Uh, fuck

Written by:
Carlos Munoz

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