Hop Off a Jet (feat. Travis Scott)
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Hop Off a Jet (feat. Travis Scott)
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Wheezy outta here
Everything we do, we own
Fuck a cab, let's hop off a jet
'Bout to hop off the jet
I put the glow on her wrists, I got that glow on my bitch
I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby
Won't you tell me that you tried?
Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
Hop in a McLaren, zoom
Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah
Hop, hop right on a jet, uh
Way more smoother than a plane, yeah
Way more quicker than a 'Vette, uh
Teach you how to flex, pick a chain, yeah
Bad bitch out of Marquette
Took her out of school for the brain, yeah
She came around with the set
Nah, really ain't no savin'
Gotta keep her mind on deck
Set, check, off X, Tech mix, stress less
I live careless, status atlas
I pulled up global, uh
I get booked, don't write books since Barnes and Noble
Top two total
Owner next top two logos
Flex, yes, she text mess', right on my top ten
See you frequent in a place I done been
You come decent, then you leave lookin' bent
Got wet, we can dip
Fuck a cab, let's hop on a jet
Let's hop on a jet
I put the glow on her wrists, I got that glow on my bitch
I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby
Won't you tell me that you tried?
Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
Hop in a McLaren, zoom
Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah
Packin' that Smith & Wesson when I crave
Hop in a big body Maybach and it's glazed
Tell me why the fuck do you slay?
Why you killin' bitches with no grave?
I got a 'Vette, breakin' her neck
Drum on the TEC, engraved headrest
Just watered my wrist, baguettes, woah, you know I'm a vet
Hop off the jet with an A and a K and a three-headed snake
All of the coupes exotic and I'm ducked off with your bae, yeah
I told you my niggas don't like you, you niggas get, yeah
Had to tell these lil' niggas my wrist and my ankle a lake, yeah
Had to tell 'em they bitch can come get on my shit and just stay, when I hop off the jet
Let's hop off a jet
When I hop off the jet
I put the glow on her wrists, I got that glow on my bitch
I keep the drum on the TEC, hop out the Cullinan, baby
Won't you tell me that you tried?
Hop in a McLaren, please, let's just ride
Hop in a McLaren, zoom
Baby, tell me why you starin', zoom, yeah
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