[Verse 1]

Whoopty, dead game, bitch I’m the Jet

Word to my G5 I’ll leave you stretched

We see them VV’s shining, fuck it

Uh, take them VV’s off his neck

Spinning thru RV, like where Flex?

He in Garvey he got me upset

You so pussy you don’t even play your own ‘jects

I’m looking for you, I hope that you know

First time I spot you it’s gon’ be a mess

Them paramedics gon’ be on they way to Pulaski just to pop up your chest

And Yavie been doing this shit for a couple of years now, so I know bro a vet

Bro always flying that shit never hiding that shit so you know brodie flying the Jеt

[Chorus]

And [?] you been hiding for a couple months

That’s the reason I ain’t seen you yеt

Fox 5, that’s the channel you gon’ be on finally when you come outside

Opp side, that’s where I’m at don’t be lacking I let 9 fly

Rockaway, that’s just 2 blocks away

Don’t be lacking in that Popeyes

[Verse 2]

Opps keep calling my phone I’m declining

Like, they ringing my shit like a hotline

Everything green, no we ain’t stopping

Fuck do I look like stopping at a stop sign?

Hope that you got yours cause I got mines

Spin the Boro, we screaming out “Prime Time”

He say “Gerimino”, we let them hollows go

We gon’ do walk ups or we gon’ do drive bys

Uh, Richie got hit in his matta

And his brother was crying on Fox 5

MG, Lu, they went bye bye

Shots to the chest he gon’ suffer like Jah9

J9 a faggot talking ‘bout he what?

When I see you bullets hit your chest

But that trey pound got kick when I click it

So don’t be surprised you get hit in your neck

[Chorus]

And [?] you been hiding for a couple months

That’s the reason I ain’t seen you yet

Fox 5, that’s the channel you gon’ be on finally when you come outside

Opp side, that’s where I’m at don’t be lacking I let 9 fly

Rockaway, that’s just 2 blocks away

Don’t be lacking in that Popeyes