Jetlag! lyrics

[Intro]
I grab on her stomach 'cause she got no titties
And I'm up in the tilly, yeah, we did the jiggy
And I'm getting these racks and I sit on my ass
And I'm not talkin' sh*t, that boy is an outcast (Xelmiir go crazy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, he shot first and I slide with the kickback
That n*gga talk down, he get hit with the jetlag
No, I'm not a Playboi, but I'm gettin' big Mac
And I slide with a Mac, and I slide with a choppa
And that boy talkin' crazy, I shoot him with Tecca
I f*ck on his b*tch and I f*ck on his mama
And I got the dreads, she callin' me papa
And he don't got a Mac and he don't got a beam
And I'm rockin' these shoes and I'm rockin' these jeans
And she want my di*k, but she wanna go throw up
And I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with no f*cks

[Verse]
And I grab on her stomach 'cause shе got no titties
And I'm up in the tilly, yeah, wе did the jiggy
And I'm getting these racks and I sit on my ass
And I'm not talkin' sh*t, that boy is an outcast
Yeah, and that boy talkin' sh*t 'cause I hit from the back
But that hoe is a baddie, I f*ck her from the back
And that 556 make a n*gga go twerk
Man, I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, gimme that work, uh
[Bridge]
And a n*gga talk down, he got hit with a stick
f*ckin' that baddie, that boy is a prick
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, slide on my di-

[Outro]
Yeah, he shot first and I slide with the kickback
That n*gga talk down, he get hit with the jetlag
No, I'm not a Playboi, but I'm gettin' big Mac
And I slide with a Mac, and I slide with a choppa
And that boy talkin' crazy, I shoot him with Tecca
I f*ck on his b*tch and I f*ck on his mama
And I got the dreads, she callin' me papa
And he don't got a Mac and he don't got a beam
And I'm rockin' these shoes and I'm rockin' these jeans
And she want my di*k, but she wanna go throw up
And I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with no f*cks