Pull The Jet Up lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Poody pull the jet up, I'ma—
(Hitman Beatz)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & Sada Baby]
Told Poody pull the jet up, I'm finna fly this b*tch, huh
You ain't never seen a hundred, where your common sense?
I sell blow with the needles, it came with condiments
But these M30s counterfeit
Pour a six in another six, my pop Robin Thicke
f*ck rap, man, they call me Mr. Sell a Lot of Fent
Birdbaths only twenty-five, but keep a thirty-six
Dirt naps, threw lil' bro a shovel, tell him, "Bury him"
Huh, I just brought a quarter mil' back right through TSA
Told the jeweler flood the whole band, but leave the pretty face
R.I.P. Paid, that rapper hoppin' out with cake broad day
They cremate 'cause his ass got hit all in the face (Hold up)

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Matte black FN, me and Lonnie with the black dreads
Huh, told n*ggas tap in, if they don't, they gettin' whacked dead
Hit him in his sh*t, if he don't croak, bet he act dead
Huh, huh, me and gang got more 'bows than Samson
Hit the block, get it hot, huh, got that b*tch slammin'
Uh, whoopin', whammin', uh, shootin', scammin'
Uh, groovin', jammin', b*tch choosin', dancin'
Huh, workin', nasty, off Percs and Xannies
Pull up with that fully automatic, me and OnFully
Give a f*ck 'bout nan' not a tough n*gga, I don't know no bullies
Show me a n*gga that think he cut, I'ma show you a pus*y
Huh, pull up, throw a five, smoke some bookie, duh
[Verse 3: Nuk & Beno]
Told Skub we know them n*ggas dead, just let 'em run they mouth
They like, "Damn, how he move them grams? He showed up unannounced"
Hell yeah, we be whoopin' hard, I'm hopin' they don't flip
My hitter squeezed, you only see him once, it's just like the eclipse
Fresh as hell while I go get the bag, make sure they get my drip
Told my plug like, "I been in the Bay less," sh*t, I feel like Skip
See, me, I'll take off with that pit before the rock
Don't be lackin' like you n*ggas, I can't sh*t without the Glock
Bro, we 'bout that chopper life, a n*gga look our way, he just might die tonight
My n*ggas only shoot on TNT, them boys like dynamite
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha-cha, I keep that cutter with me
Flip the clip, then spin right back again and throw another fifty (Right)

[Verse 4: Beno & Drego]
They like, "Damn, you still hittin' the road, but you be all on TV"
The opps mad because I'm throwin' shots and they don't never see me (Man)
Knock out an opp lights on Friday night, we call that Casey Stevens
I might catch you comin' out that room, but I ain't filmin' cheaters
Grab a pint, pour it in a Sprite, disrespect the liter
She like, "Didn't you f*ck that b*tch last night?" sh*t, I caught amnesia
Baow, baow, yeah, them bullets hit his head, we don't f*ck around
Grab a half a bricky of that tan, then I'm out of town (Boy)
Grab a half a bricky of the soft and lock it up like Vickies
I'm the one that's mixin', changin' genders out like Caitlyn Jenner
One shot to the dome, he dead, man, you should've seen the picture
I ain't talkin' 'bout no fish fry when I start sellin' dinner