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Off a Jet (feat. RXGER!) Video (MV)




Performed By: YUNG!NDCB
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Dacorian Walker, Devin Bradford
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YUNG!NDCB - Off a Jet (feat. RXGER!) Lyrics
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Yeah, riding in my big ass truck
Chillin' with two freaks at the beach, yeah I'm high as f*ck
And I always got my stick, just one click will leave you in the mud
And I'm thumbing through my money countin' hunnids, yeah you broke as f*ck
Yeah you broke as f*ck
Please don't test the gang, exclamation point, yeah we don't play
Yeah my stick don't got no flaws, leave you swimming with the fish Filets
Yeah I only give one warning, don't wanna die, you better stay away
You better come correct when you talk to me
And my diamonds froze as f*ck, will have you feeling like it's nine degrees
I got a .nine in each pocket, pull it out them, them bullets siamese
Xanax, lean, percocet, high in the vette, whip don't got no keys
And my jet pulled up to Asia for the show, I'm flying overseas (I'm flying overseas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch we jumping off a jet, we high as f*ck, I'm chillin' with the team
Bitch I put these racks right on yo head, that shit ain't nothing to me
Yeah I'm chillin' with my bitch, we out in turks, that shit feel make believe
Thumbing through this paper, all day we steady smoking green
Niggas they get hit with pocket rocket, pocket rocket
F*ck 12, going 50, they can't stop me, they can't stop me
I got all these hoes in my room, tryna top me, tryna top me
I got all this ice on my neck, ain't playing hockey, playing hockey
All my bros down the road
Bitch I stay cracking four's
Niggas getting hit up with that pole
They won't ever make it home
Yeah I'm glad that I finished what I wrote
I gotta keep going
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English

Yeah, riding in my big ass truck
Chillin' with two freaks at the beach, yeah I'm high as f*ck
And I always got my stick, just one click will leave you in the mud
And I'm thumbing through my money countin' hunnids, yeah you broke as f*ck
Yeah you broke as f*ck
Please don't test the gang, exclamation point, yeah we don't play
Yeah my stick don't got no flaws, leave you swimming with the fish Filets
Yeah I only give one warning, don't wanna die, you better stay away
You better come correct when you talk to me
And my diamonds froze as f*ck, will have you feeling like it's nine degrees
I got a .nine in each pocket, pull it out them, them bullets siamese
Xanax, lean, percocet, high in the vette, whip don't got no keys
And my jet pulled up to Asia for the show, I'm flying overseas (I'm flying overseas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch we jumping off a jet, we high as f*ck, I'm chillin' with the team
Bitch I put these racks right on yo head, that shit ain't nothing to me
Yeah I'm chillin' with my bitch, we out in turks, that shit feel make believe
Thumbing through this paper, all day we steady smoking green
Niggas they get hit with pocket rocket, pocket rocket
F*ck 12, going 50, they can't stop me, they can't stop me
I got all these hoes in my room, tryna top me, tryna top me
I got all this ice on my neck, ain't playing hockey, playing hockey
All my bros down the road
Bitch I stay cracking four's
Niggas getting hit up with that pole
They won't ever make it home
Yeah I'm glad that I finished what I wrote
I gotta keep going
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Writer: Dacorian Walker, Devin Bradford
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