Da Jets lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
n*gga, where my Hunter’s Point n*ggas at?
Real n*gga
n*gga, I’m puttin’ on, n*gga
I’m your muf*ckin’ California connect, n*gga

[Chorus]
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
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*tch, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing

[Verse 1]
All my life, I only had one job
I mob
b*tch, I mob
Ridin’ ‘round, bustin’ joog’s
n*gga, this my favorite hobby
My hobby, my hobby
I am not a f*ck n*gga, so don’t ever f*ckin’ try me
On mama’s, on mama’s
I’m a motherf*ckin’ pimp, break a b*tch, 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*tch that look like a model
I send her out of town, she bring back a hunid-thousand
I run a b*tch 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*gga, I don’t need a mask
Got the whammy in the stash, smokin’ Cookie’s, sippin’ ACT[?], n*gga
[Chorus]
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
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*tch, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing

[Verse 2]
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*ckboy
These b*tches crazy, they’ll destroy you
I just bought a f*ckin’ 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*tch on my di*k
At my condo in Vegas, my hoe b*tch get it in
I’m in San Juan, I’m trippin’, ‘cause these hoes don’t speak English
I just f*cked off ‘bout ten, n*gga, all my sh*t real
I might slide back to the A
n*gga, I got that work, what’s hannin’?
Make it touchdown on a plane
Them muf*ckas touchdown, n*gga
If you f*ck around with my money
n*gga, I swear to God, on my mama, n*gga
I’ma slide through with that cake
Knock all you n*ggas down
[Chorus]
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
I’m from the Jets, from the Jets
b*tch, I’m from the Jets
These hoes love a project n*gga
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*tch, I’m from the Jets
I’ll never leave without my thing

[Outro]
Aye, what’s hannin’, TM[?]?
You a real n*gga for this one
n*gga, I’m really from the Jets though, n*gga
R.I.P T Woods[?], n*gga
R.I.P Hitman[?], RBM[?]
R.I.P Corky[?], n*gga, I love you, bruh
R.I.P D lil’[?], the block one