[Verse 1]

Wishing for a steak, eating on a Kit Kat

And your bitch ain't shit, my lil homie hit that

He let his partnas flip that, brung it through the set

Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that, she riff-raff

Bring that bitch back, I'm pretty sure a duck ass

Waitin' to pick that up, dust her off

He missing that, he fucking up, ho goin' hammer

Like the speakers in the trunk, ain't nobody but us

If you wan' know where get that real killa from

These opium raps, blue magic in the drums

Vacuum lung, kush Dracula

You'll live forever fucking with us, impressions ever lasting

Moving on up, we the crew them suckers mad at

I don't give a fuck; loud weed, loud laughing

Ya'll making excuses, and I make it happen

Ya'll acting, and I'm actually in action

[Chorus]

Lil' something 'bout a nigga like me

New Orleans, bossed up, J–E–T

Neighborhood kids lookin up to him

Bad bitches stayin true to him, niggas tryna do him

But they can't do nothin to him 'cause he like stainless steel

Only hatin' on him because he keep it way too real

I don't know why, but he just so fly

Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by

[Verse 2]

Spitta get up on them beats sky high

Killin' niggas like a drive by

Controlled flow, no wild fire

If it's meant for ya, I deliver like a sniper, fire

Right between yo' eyes, no liar

Came up with these rhymes one night in my Spyder

Cruisin' my city, I ain't go in the club for five minutes

I just parked onside it, leaned on my exotic

Chopped it with my compadres, conspiring

On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens

Jets ain't just the pilot, anybody repping my set

Trained and certified in the flyness

Theres more to this then yo' clothes, lil bro

Even though I look cool in these threads

I make moves with a level head

Rolling up in a Lincoln with some Snoop playing, thinkin' 'bout…

[Chorus]

Lil' something bout a nigga like me

New Orleans, bossed up, J–E–T

Neighborhood kids lookin' up to him

Bad bitches stayin true to him, niggas tryna do him

But they can't do nothin to him 'cause he like stainless steel

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Only hatin' on him because he keep it way too real

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Lil' something bout a nigga like me

New Orleans, bossed up, J–E–T

Neighborhood kids lookin up to him

Bad bitches stayin true to him, niggas tryna do him

But they can't do nothin to him 'cause he like stainless steel

Only hatin' on him 'cause he keep it way too real

I don't know why, but he just so fly

Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by

[Outro]

Spitta get up on them beats sky high

Killin' motherfuckers like a drive by

No wild fire

If it's meant for ya, I deliver like a sniper

Right between yo' eyes, no liar

Came up with these rhymes one night in my Spyder