[Intro]
Yeah
FS Jets n***a, FS Jets bitches
Yeah
Fear and Loathing in New Orleans
It's like the fourth one, the fourth installments on the series that is the Spitta Mixtape Takeover
Know what I'm sayin'
FS Jet Set, where haven't we been yet?
So fourth and so on
And the beat goes on

[Verse 1]
Ladies recognize when a man in the place
And don't be fooled 'cause I got a baby face
On the real shorty, I don't have time to waste
So I'ma cut to the chase, mama can we vacate?
This premises, exit stage right
Light up the night with the Lambo headlights
Not mine, it's my n***a's shit, don't trip
I'm wrapping up my deal, I'ma get one in a little bit
Mami, you gotta respect my honesty
At least all them Chevy's in the yard is my property
Skate to the Lakefront condo, do it properly
Watch Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze make pottery
Ghost was a cheesy movie on the truly
I rather roll up another doobie
Watch Family Guy, we can laugh at Peter and Stewie
I puff a L while you do me
[Chorus]
[?] Spitta, I reps the planes man
And all the world class bitches love the planes man
And if you got in the club without gettin' searched
Pull a blunt out of your purse and blaze with your man
It's [?] Spitta, I reps the planes man
And all the world class bitches love the planes man

[Verse 2]
Hot Spitta goes in on beats
N***as fear me, bitches feel me
Picturing themselves being with me
Model bitch crying through her Bluetooth earpiece
Saying "Spitta, come get me"
Had to tell her I'm busy on my motherfuckin' grizzly
You won't lose bitches chasing money
But you'll lose money chasing bitches
Words from a OG, I remember every word he told me
Now I tell my younger n***as exactly how these hoes be
But to my world class bitches, I love y'all
Them other hoes hating on y'all 'cause they not y'all
But don't let 'em take you out of your swag
Let 'em see your handbag, show them hoes it ain't a knockoff
(Yeah)