CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Da Jets
808 Mafia
n***a, where my Hunter’s Point n***as at?
Real n***a
n***a, I’m puttin’ on, n***a
I’m your muf**kin’ California connect, n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
All my life, I only had one job
I mob
b*t*h, I mob
Ridin’ ‘round, bustin’ joog’s
n***a, this my favorite hobby
My hobby, my hobby
I am not a f**k n***a, so don’t ever f**kin’ try me
On mama’s, on mama’s
I’m a motherf**kin’ pimp, break a b*t*h, bruh, it’s nada
It’s nada, it’s nada
I hit the switch on my drop-top Impala
Hit the taco truck, then I clean my Forgiato’s
I got a white b*t*h that look like a model
I send her out of town, she bring back a hunid-thousand
I run a b*t*h like a mile, I’m in the trap right now
I just hit my cousin Primo, I got packs right now
Run up on ‘em bare face, n***a, I don’t need a mask
Got the whammy in the stash, smokin’ Cookie’s, sippin’ ACT[?], n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
How you pimpin’, but you lovin’ on that hoe?
You wanna marry it, you wanna spoil her
Where I’m from, you the definition of a f**kboy
These b*t*hes crazy, they’ll destroy you
I just bought a f**kin’ Rollie, ‘cause I always wanted one
They wanna rob me, I keep the .40
Tommy Gun in the cut, clip like a Honey Bun
They talk a good game, but they don’t want it
I’m on my sh*t, got your b*t*h on my d**k
At my condo in Vegas, my hoe b*t*h get it in
I’m in San Juan, I’m trippin’, ‘cause these hoes don’t speak English
I just f**ked off ‘bout ten, n***a, all my sh*t real
I might slide back to the A
n***a, I got that work, what’s hannin’?
Make it touchdown on a plane
Them muf**kas touchdown, n***a
If you f**k around with my money
n***a, I swear to God, on my mama, n***a
I’ma slide through with that cake
Knock all you n***as down
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
Aye, what’s hannin’, TM[?]?
You a real n***a for this one
n***a, I’m really from the Jets though, n***a
R.I.P T Woods[?], n***a
R.I.P Hitman[?], RBM[?]
R.I.P Corky[?], n***a, I love you, bruh
R.I.P D lil’[?], the block one
n***a, where my Hunter’s Point n***as at?
Real n***a
n***a, I’m puttin’ on, n***a
I’m your muf**kin’ California connect, n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
All my life, I only had one job
I mob
b*t*h, I mob
Ridin’ ‘round, bustin’ joog’s
n***a, this my favorite hobby
My hobby, my hobby
I am not a f**k n***a, so don’t ever f**kin’ try me
On mama’s, on mama’s
I’m a motherf**kin’ pimp, break a b*t*h, bruh, it’s nada
It’s nada, it’s nada
I hit the switch on my drop-top Impala
Hit the taco truck, then I clean my Forgiato’s
I got a white b*t*h that look like a model
I send her out of town, she bring back a hunid-thousand
I run a b*t*h like a mile, I’m in the trap right now
I just hit my cousin Primo, I got packs right now
Run up on ‘em bare face, n***a, I don’t need a mask
Got the whammy in the stash, smokin’ Cookie’s, sippin’ ACT[?], n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
How you pimpin’, but you lovin’ on that hoe?
You wanna marry it, you wanna spoil her
Where I’m from, you the definition of a f**kboy
These b*t*hes crazy, they’ll destroy you
I just bought a f**kin’ Rollie, ‘cause I always wanted one
They wanna rob me, I keep the .40
Tommy Gun in the cut, clip like a Honey Bun
They talk a good game, but they don’t want it
I’m on my sh*t, got your b*t*h on my d**k
At my condo in Vegas, my hoe b*t*h get it in
I’m in San Juan, I’m trippin’, ‘cause these hoes don’t speak English
I just f**ked off ‘bout ten, n***a, all my sh*t real
I might slide back to the A
n***a, I got that work, what’s hannin’?
Make it touchdown on a plane
Them muf**kas touchdown, n***a
If you f**k around with my money
n***a, I swear to God, on my mama, n***a
I’ma slide through with that cake
Knock all you n***as down
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n***a
I pack a GLOCK and a TEC, a GLOCK and a TEC
I sip heat, I smoke trees
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*t*h, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing
Aye, what’s hannin’, TM[?]?
You a real n***a for this one
n***a, I’m really from the Jets though, n***a
R.I.P T Woods[?], n***a
R.I.P Hitman[?], RBM[?]
R.I.P Corky[?], n***a, I love you, bruh
R.I.P D lil’[?], the block one
