rekover jet - hundreds lyrics
[intro]
f+ck (f+ck)
come on
come on (woah), huh, yeah (yeah)
[chorus]
blue hunnids, new backend too (what? yeah)
ain’t nothin’ that i can’t do (i can’t do)
you wanna get rich? then come take a risk and get in my shoes (yeah+yeah; yeah)
shootin’, the fl!ck of my wrist, i teach ’em to ball, i took ’em to school (yeah)
been at the top of the list, i’m keepin’ it real and keepin’ it true (yeah, true that)
i just pull up on your bit’, i tell her to spit, she say, “hawk tuah” (hawk tuah; what?)
i’ma just die by the soil, just playin’, we cut out a toots (soil, yeah)
i go and bought out the store, who sayin’ we play by the rules? (b+tch, i don’t play by the rules)
[verse]
yeah, ain’t p+ssy ’bout that good (that good)
rick, not vivienne westwood (westwood)
yeah, i’m good in the d+mn ‘hood (what?)
you try it, you die where you d+mn stood (yeah)
i flex for the cameras (what?)
i knock the ho out of my planner (yeah)
they talk, i don’t understand nothin’ (yeah+yeah)
he bleed how i bleed, i don’t fear nothin’
hold on, let me, b+tch wan’ pick me, james, i popped out, ricky
up, sh+t get tricky, i had to cut off a ho ’cause i got too many, yeah
i can get rich right now, and i’ll still have a shooter hop+out of that bentley (woah)
they on my d+ck right now, gotta get off my piece ‘fore they sh+t get empty (get off my d+ck)
lil’ ho, get back (yeah, get back)
i ain’t your n+gga, he wack (he too wack)
f+ck n+ggas don’t get no dap (dap)
i’ve been the one off the bat (off the bat; yeah)
jet hit a ho, get a cab (out of here)
all these opp n+ggas do bad (bad)
i just popped a brand+new tag (oh, yeah)
i’m protected, never lack (oh, yeah; yeah)
[chorus]
blue hunnids, new backend too (what? yeah)
ain’t nothin’ that i can’t do (i can’t do)
you wanna get rich? then come take a risk and get in my shoes (yeah+yeah; yeah)
shootin’, the fl!ck of my wrist, i teach ’em to ball, i took ’em to school (yeah)
been at the top of the list, i’m keepin’ it real and keepin’ it true (yeah, true that)
i just pull up on your bit’, i tell her to spit, she say, “hawk tuah” (hawk tuah; what?)
i’ma just die by the soil, just playin’, we cut out a toots (soil, yeah)
i go and bought out the store (bought), who sayin’ we play by the rules? (yeah)
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