[Intro: Jet 2]
Haha, aye, shout-out to my nigga, Da Kidd
He gave me this beat real quick
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to, um
I'm 'bout to show you my freestylin', you know what I mean?
[Verse 1: Jet 2]
It's ya boy, Jet, Jet, Jet-Jet 2!
Bombs in the booth, like tat-tat-boom
Mother fucker, I don't care, come up in the fuckin' booth
Don't spit it, long hair, come up, I'm the fuckin' truth
Nigga, no Lil Wayne song, but I don't give a fuck
Because the flow is dang gone, I mean, my brain's gone
Nigga, I mess up, but I don't give a fuck
I tell a bitch, "get naked, then dress up"
Bet-uh, a tidiniyatimatidaniya, that was gibberish
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I still spit expensive shit
I could fuckin' put my bullshit out
And y'all niggas probably get it, feel it?
I got a full clip now, 'cause the brain's, the brain's
The brain's like lyrics, my lyrics like bullets
They hit you when I pull it, bitch!
I don't give a fuck, because I bull this shit
I might toss the pass off, tinamina pa-ah
Aye, who want next?
[Verse 2: BeeGee]
I think I got next, alright, should I go in?
Uh, pass it back, toss it back like a mother fuckin' quarterback
Took yo' bitch too damn easy, you got no strap