I don't know
I f*ck wit it
That's all i gotta say
Shit like this
Shit like this makes you happy ya know
You know why
Huh
I'm a big boy stepper
So you know i get reckless
I got
Three bitches on me
So you know i feel special
All these blunts they obese
So you know they not healthy
And shawty I'm just getting head
So you know the boy selfish
Yea my bitch she love
To drip in that Givenchy homie
Blew her
Back out
Like i got money to pay for it
You know that nigga lame
But you still throw the pussy for him
Good thing I'm too real cause
Shawty i don't f*cking want it
I like my drugs plant based
So you know I'm vegan
I like my money cause
You know that it really please me
That bitch she ride that dicky
Like she is a horsey ain't it
I got a new horse other words thats
A foreign baby drive you crazy
Niggas plotting just to see how i move huh
You just childish so I'm Bob the builder with the tool ah
I'm dog so you niggas eating dog food ah
I know that she loves me
But this dick just got her fooled
Yea yea
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
I'm not gon stop
Until a young nigga
C E O
I put him under ground
Like his height
That's six feet
Though
I mean five eleven Cause you know these niggas
Always capping
And every time i see your bitch
She be crawling backwards
Damn
You don't get it nigga
Oh i be spending Nigga
She like this Fendi
So her ass up in a
Fender bender
Had to get my weight up
So i
Can go and flex
On niggas
Choppa
Treat the op
Special
Call of duty nigga damn
Should i switch the flow up
Just to f*ck your hoe up
Kris Wit A K
You mean Kris Wit A Kobalt
Cause i got that tool on me
And you know i don't like to show it
I'm at the house wit some pounds
And you know I'm blowing
Oh yea
You know what it feels
Like to F*cking win
Two hundred on the dash
You know i blend in
With the wind
From the Holy City
So i live a life of sin
F*ck throwing money at strippers
We throw at pedestrians niggas
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
Kris Wit a K - Jetson (feat. Menacobeats) Lyrics
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I don't know
I f*ck wit it
That's all i gotta say
Shit like this
Shit like this makes you happy ya know
You know why
Huh
I'm a big boy stepper
So you know i get reckless
I got
Three bitches on me
So you know i feel special
All these blunts they obese
So you know they not healthy
And shawty I'm just getting head
So you know the boy selfish
Yea my bitch she love
To drip in that Givenchy homie
Blew her
Back out
Like i got money to pay for it
You know that nigga lame
But you still throw the pussy for him
Good thing I'm too real cause
Shawty i don't f*cking want it
I like my drugs plant based
So you know I'm vegan
I like my money cause
You know that it really please me
That bitch she ride that dicky
Like she is a horsey ain't it
I got a new horse other words thats
A foreign baby drive you crazy
Niggas plotting just to see how i move huh
You just childish so I'm Bob the builder with the tool ah
I'm dog so you niggas eating dog food ah
I know that she loves me
But this dick just got her fooled
Yea yea
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
I'm not gon stop
Until a young nigga
C E O
I put him under ground
Like his height
That's six feet
Though
I mean five eleven Cause you know these niggas
Always capping
And every time i see your bitch
She be crawling backwards
Damn
You don't get it nigga
Oh i be spending Nigga
She like this Fendi
So her ass up in a
Fender bender
Had to get my weight up
So i
Can go and flex
On niggas
Choppa
Treat the op
Special
Call of duty nigga damn
Should i switch the flow up
Just to f*ck your hoe up
Kris Wit A K
You mean Kris Wit A Kobalt
Cause i got that tool on me
And you know i don't like to show it
I'm at the house wit some pounds
And you know I'm blowing
Oh yea
You know what it feels
Like to F*cking win
Two hundred on the dash
You know i blend in
With the wind
From the Holy City
So i live a life of sin
F*ck throwing money at strippers
We throw at pedestrians niggas
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
I f*ck wit it
That's all i gotta say
Shit like this
Shit like this makes you happy ya know
You know why
Huh
I'm a big boy stepper
So you know i get reckless
I got
Three bitches on me
So you know i feel special
All these blunts they obese
So you know they not healthy
And shawty I'm just getting head
So you know the boy selfish
Yea my bitch she love
To drip in that Givenchy homie
Blew her
Back out
Like i got money to pay for it
You know that nigga lame
But you still throw the pussy for him
Good thing I'm too real cause
Shawty i don't f*cking want it
I like my drugs plant based
So you know I'm vegan
I like my money cause
You know that it really please me
That bitch she ride that dicky
Like she is a horsey ain't it
I got a new horse other words thats
A foreign baby drive you crazy
Niggas plotting just to see how i move huh
You just childish so I'm Bob the builder with the tool ah
I'm dog so you niggas eating dog food ah
I know that she loves me
But this dick just got her fooled
Yea yea
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
I'm not gon stop
Until a young nigga
C E O
I put him under ground
Like his height
That's six feet
Though
I mean five eleven Cause you know these niggas
Always capping
And every time i see your bitch
She be crawling backwards
Damn
You don't get it nigga
Oh i be spending Nigga
She like this Fendi
So her ass up in a
Fender bender
Had to get my weight up
So i
Can go and flex
On niggas
Choppa
Treat the op
Special
Call of duty nigga damn
Should i switch the flow up
Just to f*ck your hoe up
Kris Wit A K
You mean Kris Wit A Kobalt
Cause i got that tool on me
And you know i don't like to show it
I'm at the house wit some pounds
And you know I'm blowing
Oh yea
You know what it feels
Like to F*cking win
Two hundred on the dash
You know i blend in
With the wind
From the Holy City
So i live a life of sin
F*ck throwing money at strippers
We throw at pedestrians niggas
I pull up to my dawgs house
So you know what's up
Gas up in the air
Like we bout to fill the Jetsons up
I'm moving slow cause
I got a four up in my cup
And when she drop that head on me
Nigga i can't pick it up
Writer: Kristofer Johnson
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