Smoke Break

Jet life, jet life You should be rollin up by now, locate your lighters Prime time It's Mr. Go-left-on-a-bitch-who-can't-find-her-right-mind I'm squeakin' past a yellow light doin' 65 Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky I'm kinda high, but you dumb twisted I'm used to that killer shit so I maintain my pimpin', I'm used to that killer shit so I maintain my pimpin' While you over-highed and slizzard And I'm laughin' at you slippin' And yo bitch feelin' disgusted and miserable She like "why" she "even here with you" I'm puttin' air in my inner tubes Black mags on my Haro Hangin' from the wall The allure of my home decor Got these girls trippin', and frequently speakin' of return visits A time machine: my lyrics And the same thing for my garage dog, did you see what I just put in it? We tryna compete with them Nascars You noticin' The style done got switched up, cause the last one got bit up Yeah lil' homie out to get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us Yeah lil' homie out to get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up The style done got switched up, cause the last one got bit up Yeah lil' homie out to get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up