Unfinished

[Intro]
Uh shoutout to Dopey for this

[Verse 1: Jet 2]
Okay, Jet 2 Da Random
Sign is a scorpio
Chef to the ladies, I chew it like a Digiorno
Get up in the middle of the p like an Oreo
Round one, round two, holla in the morning, yo
Treat it like Target, I spot the dog it
Jump shot wet, I guess them niggas couldn't guard it, yo
I'm running it like a red light, I'm on it like a headlight
I reverse and park it, bag it, no supermarket
Throw it deep, I make her David Garrard it
Toss it for the jets, I Sanchez, Mark it
Hop in it like honey I'm home, no Desi Arnaz
Watch the way she ride it like a jaguar, bitch
All in her glandular organs
Looking like I'm involved in her metabolic process
It was last week when I started
Now, it's next week and I didn't even stop yet
Nigga, I do it for my city and a couple peers
All the way from L.A. to the bay like a Buccaneer
Is it me, or is it just hot as fuck in here
Feel like I been sitting in a oven for a hundred years
Bitch I'm in the booth all day like the sky box
With all this cash that I must stash like a double beard
In a box, 'cause niggas would be cool with Jack, but rob his son
Funny thing is some niggas would do it for a couple beers
Feeling at home, nigga I be in my zone
On my twenty-four ISO shit, no huddle here
Take your load off, I'll be here for a couple years
And if she let me in, I go in and out, double double, yeah

[Verse 2: Jet 2]
Jet 2 Da Random
I be going at 'em like Eve, you would swear a nigga had an apple
I'mma change my voice, 'cause I don't even like that tone
But off the top, I kick facts, you would swear I was a Snapple
Pulling like a lasso, I'm connected like a cable
I'm a lyrical easy button, could've worked for Staples
Nigga I could've been a staple, feel the flow so sharp
Nigga I could've been a staple how I'm sticking to the paper, nigga

[Verse 3: BeeGee]
I'm fucking on a love boat
Draggin' like a trench coat
Got yo' bitch pussy wet, boy, no super-soak
All up in her room getting sweaty like a fat cop
Now she on the wall pussy popping like a Snapple top
Earl Myhand at Facebook, nigga come and search me
All up her room with a suit, no birthday
With a nigga all day, company is alright
Trying to get her home by seven like a streetlight
Fuck all the talking, bitch a nigga trying to screw though
All up off the apple like my last name was jugo
Pretty on the feet, call my shoes Asante
Trying to get her taco, 'cause man, her bells grandé
Never was a drinker, but man I'll take Moscato
Got her pussy wetter than a lake, no Tahoe
Doubting myself? Man that was a blunder
Skeeted in her cloud, now she birthing out thunder
Ha yeah, BeeGee

[Verse 4: Hitman]
Look, let's hit it straight, ham her up on a date
She say she want me, all I want is the face, yes
Muhfuckin' facial, swag on racial
Man, it's too many of 'em, I'm sick with plenty of 'em
You can love me, hate me, so what
She got bomb head, went down just to blow up
Then I roll up swishers, I'm a twister
Nuts on swole, I call us a weight lifter
Young mister is what you can title me
Sing on my dick, man she American Idol me
Lie to me, nah, baby girl, Bible me
Love when I hit it, gun her down, rifle me
Working on a masterpiece
Foes timid, so ain't no limit, Master P
Battery, keep going like I got batteries
Keep an upside down frown, don't be mad at me

[Verse 5: Jet 2]
Don't be mad at me, muthafucka I'm wild
And my style turn them hoes from a frown to a smile
I put my chips in bitch, and parlay
She on them Wrekless tracks, that's a train all day, nigga

[Verse 6: BeeGee]
Fell up off the tracks, now she a runaway
Dick her down, take a poll, bitch-survey
Wrekless is the fuckin' best, hear what a nigga say
Hitman on, uno, dos, fuckin' tres

[Outro: Jet 2]
Oh, hold on, hold on, hold on
I can't give y'all the rest of this right now
Not like right, right about now
But, all I can say is BeeGee and Hitman rips this shit
And uh