[Intro: Jet 2]

Ahh, yeah

(Jet 2, whussaap!)

Tss tss tss tss tsss, t-

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Hello, muhhfucka; it's the lyrical assassin

Carver to these rappers, I drill these niggas like practice

To music, I’m a giant, I be higher than the Jets

And I still don't chief like Kansas

Hello, muhhfucka; Mr. Miracle's in action

Music magic carpet, I’m the lyrical Aladdin

Gingerbread man 'em, gotta catch him if you can

'Cause I institute musicians; Hollywood and McCadden

Ain't nothin' but fire in my circle, bitch; it's that simple

These niggas not even a circle like the @ symbol

Shout goes out to Wrekless, all my niggas hold yo' head up

Crew ain't never rapped with Drake

But I bet we’ be on forever, nigga!

Fuck it! Thank Me Later right after I’m done wit' rappin’ verses

I'll be bumpin' that shit right until Weezy come back; nigga

I ain't got a strap in person

But on the track, I’ll put twenty-two 9s on you bitches

Like Aston Purvis

Ha, tight the spiral, make sure the pass is perfect

Happy b-day, B-Wade; no homo, nigga you mad deserve it

That wasn't part of this shit, but I just had to mention

And when it comes to bitches, I'm tryna add collections

Would you like to make donations?

Girl, I'm hungry; feed the children

I beat it like a Zildjian; ta-ta-ta-ta-tdrrr

Open up and sink right in it like quicksand

Treat it like a mic; pass it to Hitman, nigga!

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Yo', and that was fuckin' Jet 2

Bitch, I'm in my zone, but blitzin'; I'ma get to

You know what it is, so baby I'ma wreck you

Flyer than the rest, and better than the next few

I got the best view, 'cause I see's it all now

Fuckin' wit' hoes that'll lock yo' fuckin' jaw down

I'm talkin' jaw down; borderline unbelievable

Side effect; shit your jaw might not be retrievable

Lookin' for another dime; gotta keep 'em

But two nickels are cool; cool if it's a threesome

We from where niggas be spittin' like, "is he dumb?"

Heat from whenever I spit, you should see, son

Ha, talkin' 'bout me, son

Happy Father's Day to Hitman; sweet, huh?

I'm gettin' gifts from baby momma

It's an honor to be her baby father

But to love you, girl; is the higher honor

But I'm back on my swaggier than you

This is the part where you would think I go-go-gadget

In the booth

Oh, matter of fact, I think I'd rather have some ratchets

In the booth

'Cause they get loose without the Goose

Hit me if I ain't tellin' the truth

No need for proof, we don't misuse the proper lingo

If you see ten hoes around me, it's 'cause all I said was, "le'go"

And I'm stackin' 'em like Legos

Jónés 'bout his pesos

Bet a hundred, it will make yo' bitch go down on me like Draino

[Verse 3: Jet 2]

Tell them hoes, "walk it out," like a parade go

See them hoes on me; I just dodge 'er like a Durango

Nice girls, turn 'em out, yeah I twist her like tornadoes

And the swag'll get 'em wet like every color in the rainbow

Mold her wit' my fingers, but I don't Play-Doh

Three girls to one; that's a hell of a ra-

[Outro]

Haha, Hitman; they ain't ready for this