Shad Da God Jetlag Lyrics

[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, nigga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag
I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia nigga, like Soprano ass
I just slapped that bitch on her ass

[Verse 1]
I just slapped that bitch on her ass (come here bitch)
I didn't f*ck but I passed gas (it's gelato)
This that shit you break down, you can't sell bags (I want to bust it on the curb)
I jump in at every town, not goin' out sad (we keep the fire)
My diamonds movin' to the beat when they dance
I'm the one that came down, had a whole extension in my pants
And plus I was drinkin' that red, they told me keep goin', go 'head
That's all I remember they said, don't remember no f*ck shit they said
In that booth I go special ed (retarded)
Too geeked out, you on the edge (stupid)
I cuffed that lil bitch and I got some head
I'm drinkin' that fresh, that [?]
I be itchin', they sleep on me like the dead
They sleep on me like they was on a xan
I walk 'round this bitch with like hundreds
I arrive in this bitch with like twenty bands
I'ma hit you as soon as the pack land

[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, nigga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia nigga, like Soprano ass (M-A-F-I-A)
I just slapped that bitch on her ass

[Verse 2]
Ninety nine to boo-boo, you ugly
I'm texting on you 'cause you mushy
I jump out that truck with that draco and pull up my partners 'nem
And they got food like [?]
I copped an old school and I set it on buttons
I get your ass hit with the press of a button
I propped the motherf*ckin' coupe up with the bus
I'm in her mouth with some' on some'
All my niggas got some' on some'
All my bitches havin' some' on some'
These f*ck niggas, they don't be talkin' 'bout nothin'
Check my outfit when I'm flexin', man I'm pimpin' when I'm flexin'
Ayy I'm just f*ckin' flexin', you know I don't like textin'
FaceTime my pimpin' girl, p*ssy drippin' like jheri curl
The ice on my face and my band
Nigga had to go wet up my hand
Send my bitch to go wet up the block
Need a plug with the key for the locks, on drop

[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, nigga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag
I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia nigga, like Soprano ass (M-A-F-I-A)
I just slapped that bitch on her ass