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jetstream
Hip-Hop/Rap
jetstream was released on October 2, 2025 by SGM as a part of the album jetstream - Single
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Release DateOctober 2, 2025
LabelSGM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JustViGi
JustViGi
Vocals
Zaire James
Zaire James
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vigi Wellington
Vigi Wellington
Songwriter
Zaire James
Zaire James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JustViGi
JustViGi
Producer

Lyrics

Glock gon' sing like Binji
I gotta crew and they uppin' it with me
Hearin' some shade so I'm ready to up that heater
As soon as I land in his city
Your bitch take cash like she fifty
After I'm done I'm hittin' this mufuckin griddy
Glock got an ego, I swear to god
If it hit up on your body get left with some wings like you witty
Who that?
You get wit' this kick like boom bap
I'm gon' make me some bread like BlueStacks
I like breathin' the air, not a boofpack
They be up on my fingers like thumbtack (click)
Two-seater, I'm not finna buss back
You think we not gettin' low?
We come to yo' home, we summon you for a subpoena
Talkin' like you is my bro, I won't up pole
But you goin' out like Aaliyah (or like Selena Gomez)
I got a stick and a rod, go 'head
My brudda we can play chess, Botez
I'm tryna do you like Pac, whole head, lucky you didn't get shot
Both hands, she tryna get on my (wah)
Pro stance, I ain't ever sippin' on Wock
Like, oh man, I think I done lost the plot
Countin' four bands, I'm finna cop the whole spot
Countin' five bands, I'm finna buy the whole lot
Brand new Glock with a brand new mag, it hot
Movin' like Roddy, it come out the box
He switch on me like a mufuckin Vox
If you do, I'm gon' spray you like cock
Body on the ground, he gon' feel the rot
I got a bitch on me, what's up?
30 in 30, I'm movin' like Russ
Like a snail, bitch, you could never know what's up
Only talk shit, could never stick up like
Slide thru, we gon' hit you with that one-two
Talk slick, move out the way, we gon' run thru
Big chop, it gon' make you freeze up like a spin move
Whole crowd freeze up when we gon' come through
Run through
I got a bitch who gon' suck me up in the East Coast
East Coast, on the East Coast
Beam up causin' heat stroke
Green chop coming off the B
Clean poke, 1+ for the swing
That's bingo
I could never friend that bitch hoe
I'm pushin' it up like heave hove
Bam bam bam bam bam
I got a sword like Sam
I got the Glock tuck-tuck on my waist
You know I could never go out like sad
You could always go out mad
There is a body on the ground, it's, uhh
That's yo' man, baby?
I ain't the type to be out and pet shaming
But if he the one up on yo' neck, baby
Then I'd rather just walk with a vest, baby
My request, baby, like damn
You ain't even got no fans
I need some fans for my heaters
Bitch I'm a eater
You a grifter like your first name was Peter
I don't even think you gon' meet her
If I'm blind, read in Braille to get my cheese
My girl like Kehlani
In my trail the K9 feast
Shoutout to V, for making the beat, yeah
Could never fight 'bout a hoe you can take her
How she comin' right back did you
That's not Caleb, right?
His ass gon' get popped like a poltergeist
I got bullets enough to fill a terabyte, like damn
If you wanna run up, come fight, yeah
I can catch you at the light, yeah
Vigi and me finna wipe, fleh
Written by: Vigi Wellington, Zaire James
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