Fighter Jet Strick

[Intro]
(Ooh, Dunk Rock)
Yeah (Brr)

[Chorus]
Don't check the stars, like a fighter jet, it's bombs away (Yeah)
We beat the odds, we had to find a way (We had to find)
We put the engine in the trunk (Skrrt)
I see it's half full in my cup
Started with nothin', man, we came up
It's a designer race (Slime)
[?] lies and the quotas (Yeah)
If I'm with that bitch, you know that she noticeable
We put six bedrooms at the crib (Uh)
Coppin' ways, you can see how we live
Then get everything you want at the pier
Right next to Nobu (Shh, shh)

[Verse]
Put my drip on, yеah (Yeah)
Big pants, got 'em right out of Margiela
You see how I'm stеppin' in here (I'm steppin')
I got the opps upset (Shh), uh
I got to pop my biggest (My biggest)
Pick out the lineup, oh, she a fine one
I got a coupe we can get in (Let's go, skrrt)
I gotta line what I'm spendin', yeah
I might drop forty on a pendant
Yeah, I might go Mihara denim, yeah
Favorite trendsetter, I'm trim
She want me to make it like Kim
And I'm still throwin' up Ls
You know I gotta rep my set (Oh)
Louis V, Pharrell, [?] so vulnerable (Hey)
Hundred bands, all hunchos, I can't count 'em myself
Might hit Elon and swap out the car note for somethin' that can drive itself
Yeah, go get the racks, that's all I know
Hated on 'cause I done the most
Put my logo in rose gold
Now they see that I'm gone