[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, mhm, mhm
(Ayy Royce, you did it right here)
[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what you on? Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
Bitch, what you on? (What you on?) Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (Borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got a jet (Got a jet), strap in and go full mad, uh
I got us, nigga mad (Nigga mad), bitch we flex like that, uh (Like that)
In the store, pop tags (Pop tags), Gucci racks and Louis bags
Running 'round with tax (Runnin' tax), take everything that nigga had
Won't let a nigga clap back on me, racked up (Boom-boom!)
I just seen a zip, a fucking gas pipe (Fucking gas pipe)
My nigga hitting licks, told him match that
Throwin' on these bitches, just wanna see that ass clap
[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what you on? Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (So borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
Bitch, what you on? (What you on?) Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (Borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, mhm, mhm
(Ayy Royce, you did it right here)
[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what you on? Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
Bitch, what you on? (What you on?) Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (Borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got a jet (Got a jet), strap in and go full mad, uh
I got us, nigga mad (Nigga mad), bitch we flex like that, uh (Like that)
In the store, pop tags (Pop tags), Gucci racks and Louis bags
Running 'round with tax (Runnin' tax), take everything that nigga had
Won't let a nigga clap back on me, racked up (Boom-boom!)
I just seen a zip, a fucking gas pipe (Fucking gas pipe)
My nigga hitting licks, told him match that
Throwin' on these bitches, just wanna see that ass clap
[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what you on? Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (So borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
Bitch, what you on? (What you on?) Hop in the jet I'm gone, ayy (Gone)
Being broke so borin' (Borin'), so I can never be that shit
Open catalog, nigga was broke so I copped more shit
Shootin' now they on floor (Uh), but we got bands and Ruger clips
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