"On A Jet" lyrics
Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Nigga clean up all that through, we sent that boy and left a mess
.223's, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
You know I like my bitches all in uniforms
Turn a 'bnb into a college dorm
When I'm smokin', man, it smell like underarm
Told that bitch, "My money Nia 'cause it's long"
Bae, your head not in the game, lil' ho, I'm not sure
All that false ass advertising with that hawk tuah
Call my plug to see my birds like it's a hawk tour
This Bloc ain't no stoppin', priced through how we robbin', nigga
So many niggas done got they ass took for tryna show too much
Cuz pulled up, tried so many niggas, I think he work at Mobile Cuts
Lil 'bro kept on hidin', he fucked around and got his brother took
No technical foul when I say that, but me and my niggas, we do too much
Nigga clean up all that through, we sent that boy and left a mess
.223's, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Nigga clean up all that through, we sent that boy and left a mess
.223's, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
You know I like my bitches all in uniforms
Turn a 'bnb into a college dorm
When I'm smokin', man, it smell like underarm
Told that bitch, "My money Nia 'cause it's long"
Bae, your head not in the game, lil' ho, I'm not sure
All that false ass advertising with that hawk tuah
Call my plug to see my birds like it's a hawk tour
This Bloc ain't no stoppin', priced through how we robbin', nigga
So many niggas done got they ass took for tryna show too much
Cuz pulled up, tried so many niggas, I think he work at Mobile Cuts
Lil 'bro kept on hidin', he fucked around and got his brother took
No technical foul when I say that, but me and my niggas, we do too much
Nigga clean up all that through, we sent that boy and left a mess
.223's, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
