Yuh, ay, ay

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I won't pull up to your party 'less you let me smoke

And all my homies come with blunts, I'm 'bout to have a stroke

I'll show you how to break it down just fuckin' grab some notes

Your shorty hangin' on to every motherfuckin' quote

I still got things I need to settle 'fore I'm better

Mix the feta with the provolone and don't forget the cheddar

Need my cheese by any means I don't know how to say it better

Make em freeze, with all this heat I think I'm startna change the weather

Still boomin', still bunkin

Jewelry on me jumpin

Servin out tha function

Know I'm up to somethin', I ain't shit

Suicide wrists

Diamonds cuttin' up my skin, they sharper than my bitch

Still strugglin' just to make it through the day

Ruby red gems on my face

Swear if any nigga try to run into my place, imma catch a case

Sippin red i love the taste

They won't get it 'til I make it

Or somebody laying lifeless on the pavement

I need my payment or you'll never get a statement

I'm always patient, I be waitin' like your pet

Sparkling water and I mixed it with the tech

But my problems won't stop bothering me yet

Bitch I'm takin' off that's why they call me lil jet

Yuh

That's why they call me lil, jet, yuh