[Intro:]
You should be rolling up by now
Locate your lighters


Prime time
It's mister go left on the (*##$ who can't find her right mind

I'm squeaking past a yellow light, doin 65
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints
Traffic eyes in the sky


I'm kind of high
What you done twistedinbr

I'm used to that killer %#@!
So I maintain my pimpin
While you over highed and slizzered

And I'm laughin at you slippin
And yo (*##$ feeling disgusted and miserable
She like why is she even here with you

I'm puttin air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my haro hanging from the wall
The allure of my home decor

Got these girls tripping
And frequently speaking of return visits


A time machine, my lyrics and the same thing for my garage door
You see what I just put in itinbr
We tryna compete with them Nascars

You noticing that the styling got switched up
Cause the last one got bit upinbr
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!


This Jet Life ain't for everybody,
This %#@! is reserved for us

Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!

[Repeat to end]

The stylin got switched up
Cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up!