[Intro: Hitman & Jet 2]
Aye shawty, what yo name is
What yo name is?
Cause I'm Hitman
Let's go

[Chorus: Jet 2]
So you can go ahead and spazz if you want
Never let a n***a touch that if he ever does ask
If you got a feeling he gon' drill it, then it's on
And you can go ahead and brag to your friends if he don't
Cause I got you screaming ahh
Ahh ahh ahh ahhh ah ahhh ahh

[Verse 1: RockstarTuNE]
Wrekless baby yeah
Go run until I say stop
Wrist watch on my arm going tic tock
Ooh, baby I love it, this shit knocks
Actor, comedy like Chris Rock
Yeah I'm on my protein spit
Feeling wheybolic, I flex this shit
Running through yo' veins, this is ludicrous
Hated on me like everybody hates Chris
Damn. Leave y'all n***as stinking
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm a bomb detonating
It's grade time, need hits, so I'm craving
No it's not me, it's you who needs saving
I'm going money crazy
R TuNE, lady I'm a 90s baby
All this green, it's kind of crazy
I'm number one, no Tracy McGrady

[Chorus: Jet 2]

[Verse 2: Hitman]
Spas if you want to, more insane
Hot as ever, but I'm still cold game
Ahh you'ze lame, so I put it to shame
I ain't hit shit, only kush to blame
Let's get it in, counter that with some gin
Mix it in with your friends
Nah, bitch the twins
Used to be triplets
Got one to flip it
World ain't fair, life shorter than a midget
With it, with it
Y'all should quit it quit it
It hurts to admit, but yo' chick, I hit it
She was terrific, that's too specific
But, she's acquitted right after we did it
Shit gets crazy
Slide that Corona and lime, I'm so Swazye
Girl for real
Sex or the head, how about the package deal
Let's keep it real
No fronting, no
I give her meat, she give me cheese; no Lunchables
I promise, I'm being honest when I say I'm half amazing
Gave her the dick once, now you know what she's craving

[Chorus: Jet 2]

[Verse 3: Jet 2]
Oh, that's your lady? Bet I leave your girl cheesy
I work a dancer like Lula Washington, D.C
Word to Iman, man the flow is I-Easy
See, I love life and everything in between it
N***as in the game, but I be organizing seasons
Call me Kobe Jordan on the court, cause I'm a genius
The world is so cold, but ya boy is so anemic
Flows make 'em sea sick, drown on my sea ship
Sink in the puddy every time that I see it
Lick her body down from her nipples to her feet tips
All the way to her weave
Regular hair or whatever, I got her praying for me
Cause she always screaming Jesus
Lord forgive me, but Jet 2 the stewardess
Cause every time I see a fly girl, I'm on some chew her shit
Easy beezies that be thicker than Yokozuna is
On my Timone and Pumba shit, Matata Akuna, bitch

[Chorus: Jet 2](repeat 2x)

[Outro: Hitman]
Damn, I'm just playing baby