[Intro: Jet 2]

Jet 2, whussaap! (Uh)

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Muthafucka, it is Jet 2 Da Random

And I am from Wrekless, the answer

Bitch, meet Santa

All we get is gifts like we swimmin' in the land of

Snow White, dear; gimme head like some antlers

And nigga, I be runnin' on the track until I cramp up

300 Spartan, Chrysler; no Phantom

And uh, I just sip her up like a Fanta

Nigga, I'm the shit like a flushing toilet handle

I be in the zone, these niggas be in the stand, bruh

Sittin' down, but every time I score; they bitches stand up

Swag like I'm on camera; snapshot capture ya

Tape it like cassette, I get her wetter than the rapture does

No offense, I clog holes like I tackled ya

Freeze that ass, and I don't carry ice like a rapper does

I just get all around her curves like parabolas

Four girls, eight legs; call them hoes tarantulas

[Verse 2: Hitman]

'Kay, Hitman's on; brought the swag with that

You're nameless, blame this on me statin' the facts

Rappin' wit' my niggas, they got me if I slack

But that is like hardly ever; safe to say, my shit attached

Flow runnin' laps, 400 meter spittin'

How I'm livin', niggas wishin' they could wake up wit' my vision

I ain't trippin', baby listen

That pussy, I'ma slip in

No time for a' intermission

I'm in it like a new engine, ay

Nevermind them other guys, I'm fly guy; pilot

Land right in the pussy; call it Private Island

Shape it up, then size it

Swag multiplyin'

Hoes say I'm on when a nigga barely tryin'

Why act violent? I hush it up, silence

Quiet, I'm sneakin' up just soon as the night hit

But just soon as the pipe hit, I'm solvin' all the leakage

They say the truth hurts, well baby you gon' believe this

[Verse 3: Jet 2]

See, this flow will change her attitude if she conceited

Get her wetter than a' ocean, she be blowin' like Aretha, uh

She open, so I throw it deep; she my main receiver

And she know I like them divas

That give head like pain relievers

Feed her dick and make her eat it

Beat her pussy tangerine, and eat it like a tangerine

I shake that pussy; tambourine

Until it's sore like a canker, keep it bumpin' like the beat

Pretty bitch from Miami, get her wet and pass the heat

Like ahh

[Verse 4: Hitman]

Brand new shit, and I done dropped a log

Smoke dumb kush, can you make it through the fog?

Competition clear, I'm seein' through 'em all

I'm workin' minus the pause; ball hard like Gasol

Let it up, nah; kill's the only law

Burnin' up, nigga; bring your summer to your fall

Then I proceed to call Wrekless

Check this, if Jet on the track, you already got the message

[Bridge: Jet 2 & Hitman]

Everyone involved, who want it? Come get it

And if this was a movie, bitch this is the credits

Murder any track, 400; David Gettis

Runnin shit over; Jerome Bettis

Bust these pussy niggas like between the legs

Lyrics aim for your head, I send it; no FedEx

FedEx, red X, now you can be my target

Flow on point, you would think a nigga bought it

Songs full of flows like I'm singin' in a market

I'm a dog, here's my mark; I'ma leave it in the carpet

Fuck what it seems, I'm livin' in a dream

Trampoline flow, only jump where the green go

Flows so straight hotter than kerosene

Try again, muthafucka; y'all niggas get repo'

Repo, sleep though just to pass time

Tryna stay safe, but I kills; flat-line, ay

This is how we do it

Wrekless in the buildin'

And them hoes know we the shit-est

Stack them stacks up to the ceilin', ay!

Life is like a movie, bring your girlfriend, Suzy

Tell that bitch to do me, now we done made a movie

Now me and yo' girl got a sex documentary

I knew that she was feelin' me

She put yo' ass on penalty

Ha ha, here come the LOL

Watch me pass the test y'all failed

They say that I'm the shit, but I can't smell

Bring it to yo' door, baby, "you got mail"

I give her creamy white mayo

After I hit; Mike Vrabel

I turn her on like cable

She be ready like, "lego!"

Haha

Haha

[Verse 5: Hitman]

Yeah, okay, stackin' them chips; Cheese Nips

Hold on the money; firm grip

You drink, I sip, that's why you always trippin'

Ahead of the game, I'll mention

Threesomes, foursomes, five just pendin'

Treat 'em like textin', then I'll send 'em

Wishin' they could come back, but I never fall back

Draw that, you already know where her drawers at

[Verse 6: Jet 2]

I keep 'em in my draw-sack

Burn her calories like a salad; I toss that

Toss that shit like Vince, get her wetter than Prince

And I rinse with her water; rainy forecast

And she feelin', and she feel it, yeah, it's pound-time

Mrs. Weather lady reportin' from cloud nine

I am sure they'll dial 9-1-1

When the neighbors hear how I hit it

Blum, blum, bow, bam!

[Outro: Jet 2]

Yeah, shout-out to Hitman

New member of Wrekless

Yeah