Jet Muzik lyrics

Uh
How do you stop Fly Society?
There ain't no mother f*cking answers
I did it on my own, ain't nobody did it for him
No disrespect to Richard Pryor
But I could set myself on fire (?) dancer
Street racers in their Mitsubishi Lancers
Chevy riders bump inside their Caprice classics
Flight club, display their shoes wrapped in plastic
I get one of everything that I don't think is whack sh*t
In the back of the chaffeured Cadillac truck
We pack rows of b*tches
Limited edition 'til the cargo area filled up
Get back to the telly
Smoke a W, Beverly Hills up
Tripping off these bad girls stripping eating pills up
b*tch want me to choke her and f*ck er
I don't want to f*ck around and kill her
My brother says the top don't drop (?)
I say let the sky be your ceiling
Yeah

This that Jet music n*gga
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n*gga
Got your b*tches like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n*gga
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n*gga
Got your b*tches like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n*gga
Burn and ounce, stay fresh n*gga
Got your b*tches like damn
Why can't you be more like him
This that Jet music n*gga
Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porsche, Corvette music n*gga
Got your b*tches like
Haha yah
Oooh that's, that's
That's him
That's exactly him right there