Jet Talk - Joey Trap

Haha, bitch

Look, haha, okay

These bitches be hittin' my phone, like, shut up

I don’t wanna talk

These nigga be on my line, like, run up

Haha, you don’t want no smoke

I’m in the jet, not a car or a boat

Came from the bottom, won’t go back to broke

Tell yo' lil' shawty to throw me some throat

She in my bed and she like to get choked

Getting this cake like a young nigga B-Day

Fly out to florida, I’ll be there for three days

Me and her sister, we might have a three-way

Fuck it, I don’t wanna fuck, need a BJ

Fly out your crush from wherever she stay at

She fall in love, now you can’t get your bae back

Send her right back to wherever y’all stay at

And now that bitch mad cause a nigga don’t play back

I can’t love no thooter (Thooter)

Shoutout to my shooter (Shooter)

These niggas be fake as fuck, they typin' on computers (Damn)

Caps gon' lock and straps gon' pop

Runnin these bands, I’m never gon' stop

These niggas mad, my rollie don’t tock

Yo' bitch is mad, that bitch is a thot

Yeah, air plane mode in the jet bitch, Nyewmm

We fly, my nigga

Don’t lie, my nigga

I tired of niggas just actin' like they finna ride, my nigga

But when it comes down to the time, the niggas gon' die cause niggas was lyin',

my nigga

I guessed you tried, my nigga

I guessed you tried, my nigga

I guessed you tried, my nigga

I’m fly, my nigga

I guess I’m fly, my nigga

I guess I’m fly, my nigga

I guess I’m, I guess I’m

Shut up