J Jetta Lyrics

Cuddle with them bands, think I got a money fetish

I been ridin' in that big body like Jerome Bettis

Got your bitch countin' cheese while I'm rollin' up the lettuce

Wanna tell you bout my life but you niggas wouldn't get it

Monkey D, Luffy with that work, bitch I'm bout to stretch it

I been standin' on the corner and I don't even need a weapon

Niggas talkin' out they ass and they ain't even really steppin

You could call me J Jetta, how I'm catchin' all these blessings

And I ain't smokin' shit unless I see the ash white

Three Five, of some , (god damn) got my ass right

I don't buss back cause I'ma shoot first

And blast twice

Had to go and take a nigga out, he on the last strike

Gettin' top, watchin' NBA league pass

My bitch will have you lookin' sideways like a screen pass

Shawty gettin' loose, I'm turnin' up with her freak ass

Pat them niggas down at the door, ain't no free pass

I hit two bitches at a time but this ain't Noah's Ark

Niggas never fuckin' with me back then, bitch, don't you start

Whip goin' fast as hell, shit don't got no park

I done gave these bitches hella chances, now I got no heart

Diamonds hittin' anytime cause they glow in the dark

Just get me roll up in some weed and you know I'm a spark

Wait a minute, they ain't twins, couldn't tell them apart

Trunk is in the front, bitch, this not a regular car

Niggas got them cameras on me like I was in Vogue

I don't really fuck with you, yeah, I'm back in that mode

Told that bitch don't talk to me when I'm rollin' a dope

All I did was make one call and the package was sold

And you can't copy what I do, it's only one of me

Bad bitch with the green eyes layin' under me

If you ain't tryna let me fuck, what's it gonna be

Cause I could have Four bitches in my bed, royal rumbling

And I can't even lie, that money number one

My cup is red like a white bitch in the sun

Fake nigga can't even rep, where the fuck you from

Hundred round drum to his face, bout to make him run

You been smokin' Zaza and this shit hit like All Might

Nigga focus on your paper, everything gon' be alright

Weed, brownie kickin in I'm bout to take a long flight

And I'm off the deuce, feelin' saucy with the drip and shit gon' bite

I'm gettin' praise from the people I don't even like

This nigga try to call me brother, we ain't even tight

If I was gettin' jumped, you niggas wouldn't even fight

Can't put my trust in no snake, cause I love my life