JetWifi lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Rob49]
f*ck them pus*y-ass n*ggas, nephew, lay 'em down (Blatt)
f*ck 'em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
We on that type of time
Bulletproof when we ridin' 'round, movin' 'round, n*gga (Woo, yeah)
Big sticks
I been gettin' the racks off features, n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
On a jet, this b*tch got wifi (Yeah), send a hit through FaceTime
Big ol' stick look like a guitar (Yeah), n*ggas know we rock out (Brrt)
VVS, my grill cost a check (Skrrt), n*gga, f*ck a cookout (Yeah)
Catch him on that bike like lil' Pappy (On my son), we got n*ggas shook, huh (Yeah)
Big ol' pimpin', doin' one fifty in this Trackhawk truck (Yeah, in this Trackhawk truck)
Tryna keep up with VM, got n*ggas f*ckin' they paper up, for real (n*ggas f*ckin' they papеr up)
Shout out YTB, you know that get-back sh*t a must, n*gga (Yeah)
Bulletproof Escaladе, this bullsh*t cost a Rolls truck, woo (Yeah)
In the trap house, day and night, Kid Cudi, hoo (Yeah)
Hide your credit cards 'cause he a scammer, oh Lord (Yeah)
When pimp was me on callin' me on FaceTime to show forty (Yeah)
We had Nilly in the trap, goin' back and forth for four months, n*gga (Yeah)
Say you more piped up than me, then pus*y, show somethin', n*gga (Yeah)
I was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, n*gga (House to cut the f*ckin' dope in)
Me and my main ho famous, n*gga, pipe your b*tch up, n*gga (Yeah)
Hidin' the drugs inside the house, she don't even know what her son sellin' (Yeah)
Testify (Yeah), these n*ggas rappin' and testifyin', guess I'm a different kind (Gang)
I ain't nothin' like them other guys, I'd kill him if he mine (Yeah)
But sh*t, I know this n*gga ain't mine and I know what I saw (I know what I saw)
And I'm out here actin' like I was blind, I ain't need no key to start (Yeah)
I'm in a rental with switches and glizzys and killers (Yeah)
I'm in the trenches, first n*gga play with me, put somethin' in that river, woo
In a Maybach like Rick Ross, this ain't Maybach Music, n*gga (Woo)
Net up 500K this month, n*ggas think I'm lyin', they stupid, woo (Gang)
[Bridge: Birdman & Rob49]
Yeah, b*tch, and I'm fresh out the trenches, n*gga, on a G5 (We on that type of time)
You understand?
n*gga know it's f*ckin' vulture mob, could do or die, n*gga
If a n*gga play, nail them to the f*ckin' cross, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Bleed a n*gga buried by the f*ckin' 11, n*gga, you understand
I'ma die about this VMB, you understand (f*ck this n*gga), it's in my f*ckin' blood, n*gga (Blood, n*gga)
You n*ggas ain't gettin' no f*ckin' money like us, n*gga, you understand (Gang, yeah)
The biggest in this sh*t (sh*t, sh*t, woo)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
I'm on Adderall, mm-hmm (Alright)
Pressure bust some pipes, I'm out here, payment on my heart, mm-hmm (Gang)
200K in a day, Big 49, trap god, mm-hmm (Yeah)
I know young n*ggas who litter than this right back in the fort (Yeah)
Them n*ggas thought we lost it, woo (Woo)

[Outro: Birdman]
All them n*ggas that's gone and been forgot about, we ain't never forget about 'em
We on that type of time
f*ck who don't like it, we on that type of sh*t
f*ck who ain't with us, we on that type of sh*t
We f*ckin' over everything that ain't with us
Yeah, for a fact, mm-hmm