Pull The Jet Up Poody Gordy, BandGang Lonnie Bands, Sada Baby, Nuk & Drego & Beno

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Poody pull the jet up, I'ma—
(Hitman Beatz)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & Sada Baby]
Told Poody pull the jet up, I'm finna fly this bitch, huh
You ain't never seen a hundred, where your common sense?
I sell blow with the needles, it came with condiments
But these M30s counterfeit
Pour a six in another six, my pop Robin Thicke
Fuck rap, man, they call me Mr. Sell a Lot of Fent
Birdbaths only twenty-five, but keep a thirty-six
Dirt naps, threw lil' bro a shovel, tell him, "Bury him"
Huh, I just brought a quarter mil' back right through TSA
Told the jeweler flood the whole band, but leave the pretty face
R.I.P. Paid, that rapper hoppin' out with cake broad day
They cremate 'cause his ass got hit all in the face (Hold up)

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Matte black FN, me and Lonnie with the black dreads
Huh, told niggas tap in, if they don't, they gettin' whacked dead
Hit him in his shit, if he don't croak, bet he act dead
Huh, huh, me and gang got more 'bows than Samson
Hit the block, get it hot, huh, got that bitch slammin'
Uh, whoopin', whammin', uh, shootin', scammin'
Uh, groovin', jammin', bitch choosin', dancin'
Huh, workin', nasty, off Percs and Xannies
Pull up with that fully automatic, me and OnFully
Give a fuck 'bout nan' not a tough nigga, I don't know no bullies
Show me a nigga that think he cut, I'ma show you a pussy
Huh, pull up, throw a five, smoke some bookie, duh