Wit Ease

(Jetlag, 803 Yung)

Huh, I can't talk right now I'm in the booth, I'm fried (facts)

This hoe callin' my phone I don't give a fuck, I just tell em' to slide (come slide)

Everytime we see for a opp tryna sound like the gang, them **** gon' hide (hide!)

And I feel like I'm God, I do got some bread in my pocket that I can divide (divide)

If I tell a **** goin' mono, huh

Pop in this bitch like the Uno, huh

I reverse the cross when I'm with the bitch, I'm going hard like Bruno

Huh, walked in yo spot I just popped me a 'Who know' Bitch I been high like 'Who knows' (Who knows)

That **** saying he fucked my bitch, I don't really give fucks, like Kudos

Bitch I got higher than Pluto

Kicking this shit like this shit cost a mil' though

My bitch keep asking me questions, I hide from the camera, I can't take a photo

Them **** is moving with other ****, I been moving around **** solo

Binary trigger, get the lick in this bitch jump, **** you'd think this is Pogo

This bitch keep tryna go back and forth, hell nah, bitch do I look like a yoyo?

My diamonds so cold when I walk in the spot **** thinking this shit was a Froyo

I told you I'm poppin' that Ac' and I'm sippin' that lean so I'm moving in slow-mo

And ya'll **** asking me questions, I don't do no features, I don't do a promo (Geek, Geek!)

Uh, Uh, I'm in the booth, what you gon' do? It's a stick up (Bow bow bow bow!)

I just walked in the party, we getting lit with the blick up (Blick up!)

Bad bitch, she wanna twerk to my song, all she gon' do is take pics though

KK got locked in, now he in the booth and all the labels wanna click up (He in the booth!)

KK C'est la vie, living cool, how I'm tryna be

My brother say you pussy, and you know it, get the fuck 'from me

Petrol state to state, K just like Gunna, woe been pushin' P

Fuck a MIA, bitch, if I wanna, go for money glee (Glee)

Gang, uh, KK been locked in, he just might spaz, uh

Heard he talking shit my youngin's already been loadin' the mag, uh (On the mag!)

How I walk in and you keep yo blick tucked, you ain't tryna play

15, paper chasing, you ain't 'bout that shit, boy that shit sad, bad

KK creep up out the cut, he tryna blatt, blatt

Jet behind us, in a SRT, woe push the gas fast

State to state, we been trappin' P's, can't lose the gas pack

In the MIA, we been gettin' chilli, talkin' fat, fat

Bitch, I was tryna see red, the hellcat keys pop up and they red

Damn, I'd rather wanna text her phone, but I left her read instead

Them **** not 'bout that action, I told you, we leave that shit like Red Dead

Last **** tried to play with a **** like me, like a pirate, he got a peg leg

I been countin' this money forever, I know for a fact that I'm lovin' the cheese

She askin' me questions, I don't give a fuck, like Kodak I told her to leave

I stay tryna flick me a bitch like a bug, I'm flicking this hoes like a flea

And my pockets they full of the shit that I ate for the dinner time, bitch it's a P

And you **** is not like me, how you beefin' with us, you could never be me

I told you I'm walkin' outside with the gang and my body a thousand degrees

Going dumb in the party, I'm shooting my shot with these hoes, I do it with ease