Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you
[Intro] Looking for someone down the line But no one will be there to see ya through Fuck all y'all [Verse] Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping
Verse: Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he shine like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe. Maneuvering mine GT5, my nerves is ice. I wouldn't change none
This that gold BBS flow. Plastic Nike air tags on your original IV's Niggas is z'ed on your mans, and i'm rollin an Oh Leave em sleep, I don't need them
[Verse 1 - Currensy] Showing no signs of letting up Still kick you in the head like I think You on the verge of getting up No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra
you should be rolling up by now Curren$y (Verse) knowing ima look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about underground rappers gettin
Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop wit us As long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut. Same way I came up, all my triple ovals
got bit up Yeah lil homie y'all can get down But I bet y'all can't keep up Yeah lil homie y'all can get down But I bet y'all can't keep up
(Jet life) White carpet in my star face house No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough To the front
This that go BBS flow plastic nike air tags on your original 4's niggas is z'ed on your mans and I'm rollin a O leave em sleep I don't need them suckers
y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! This Jet Life ain't for everybody, This shit is reserved for us Yeah lil homie y'all can get down,
You should be rolling up by now Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping game, modifying my slangs Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whipping
[Curren$y:] Patty cake patty cake I'm baked my man Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans Awww man, them bitches think I'm ballin
Huuuh I call my brother Sun cause he shine like... noon time My last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice And I wouldn't change none
[feat. Fiend] Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents Mad black paint
homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! This JET Life ain't for everybody, This shit is reserved for us Yeah lil homie y'all can get
that did foul shit Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge Back shot revenge style, ain't no love Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub Cover my tracks
