Jet Lag

(What’s the mile high club)

Let me show you
Let me tell you

(What’s the mile high club?)

Busting in that pussy, terrorizim
Give yo grandma the dick, she’ll have an aneurysm
First class, twerkin’ ass
Bunch of bad bitches
Tryna fly up in my lane
Grand River
Knew some bitches switchin’ up like they aunt Viv’n
Rocaine rubber bands, yeah I have chicken
Grass gettin’ at the show while Sam flickin’
I know yo bitch listen, check my analytics
Lex always in the cut, scab pickin’
They come in contact with us, now they swag switchin’
Yeah, it’s not adding up, guess our math’s different
Somebody tell Master P I don’t have no limits

Do something
Step then
Pissing on the game, bed pan
Silly boy you don’t ball, you just a steph fan
We don’t respect yo ass, you like a step dad
Do something
Step then
Talking out yo neck, that’s a red flag
Get jumped, how high?
Red man
Undertaker, dead man

Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag
Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag
Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag, jet lag, jet lag

(What’s the mile high club?)

Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag
Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag
Shawty fucked me so fast I got jet lag