Fresh Off Da Jet

[Verse 1: Shad Da God] Shad! I was on the plane eatin’ salmon (damn, mmm!) Seven-fifty-seven just landed (errr!) Pit stop Hit a house on [?] Gotta go, go and pick up my cannon (that’s right!) Next stop lean, gotta get off in the city Making plays in a downtown building (that’s real!) I swear the [worst in the cell?], no worries Then ride ‘round this mo’f*cka chillin’ (I’m coolin’!) Yea, I’m twenty-four seven in the damn mix That mean I’m twenty-four seven gettin’ cake b*tch (get money, ho!) I keep the Hu- to the –blot on my damn wrist ([?]) I’m smokin’ (self-made?) magic on the day shift (gas!) Y’all n*ggas really [?] y’all pastries (y’all lame!) The way I see it, [and out here no hatred?] (the way I see y’all!) Y’all thought I was on vacation (what?) But n*gga I was on pay-cation [Hook: Shad Da God] Look I’m fresh off that jet In the hood, fuckin’ around with my partners I’m fresh off that jet Ridin’ ‘round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) Got hoes ringin’ my phone (prrr!) If they ain’t talkin’ bankrolls (hello?), I hit the side button on them hoes (haha!) I come up on checks I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how I fly I be (I’m fly!) I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how high I be (I’m geeked!) I’m fresh off that jet [Verse 2: Shad Da God] Yo, you can leave now, I just landed – Delta Yea, YSL, what you smell, b*tch? We some playas N*ggas tryin’ to talk about money, like Da God ain’t come out with that Shorty bend it over, try and let me see the ass She could probably make a n*gga [skin off the rack?] Sh*t, only if a n*gga wasn’t pimpin’ Only if a n*gga wasn’t pimpin’ I got ‘em shoo’d like they workin’ at Wendy’s They ain’t hard, they better catch a n*gga slippin’ (no!) I be in the Benz with the V12 on the side in the back You could probably catch a n*gga dippin’ (skrrt!) I ain’t send the [cock on the run?], it don’t work I said, I ain’t got time for these b*tches (no time!) How you know you better come up on some money, lil’ n*gga ‘Cause my left and my right hand itchin’ (I can feel it!) Streets like playin’ baseball, and I’m pitchin’ We be on adventure, bands in a tan Expedition Work spot, liquor store, make them bands get missin’ (they gone!) I’m on the deuce o’ the syrup and a liter of the Crush, (I’m leanin’!) I’m pissin’ Shad! [Hook: Shad Da God] Look I’m fresh off that jet In the hood, fuckin’ around with my partners I’m fresh off that jet Ridin’ ‘round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) Got hoes ringin’ my phone (prrr!) If they ain’t talkin’ bankrolls, I hit the side button on them hoes (hello?) I come up off checks I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how I fly I be (I’m fly!) I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how high I be (I’m geeked!) I’m fresh off that jet [Verse 3: Shad Da God] Yea, take off Yea, jet fuel when we coppin’, gas life when we poppin’ I ain’t have sh*t to do Saturday, I smoked an ounce of weed and went shoppin’ Then I gave Benihana a lil’ visit (Beni!) Shrimp, scallops and lobsters That seafood be hittin’ (‘ey look!) That seafood be hittin’ (it hittin’) Look baby, this Creed cologne be smellin’ good But still we be shitty (I’m sittin’ on it?) [Bein’?] f*cked around with the bankroll out My partner say I’m trippin’ (why you trippin’, boy?) Them eleven rounds prolly wasn’t ‘nough, but I got these extensions I remember I was just fifteen with them forties in the engine (for real!) This what’s goin’ on in Atlanta, we done watched way too much Tony Montana (too much!) I ain’t even talked about the baking soda (uh-uh!) Bet you gotta keep your arm on the hammer (better keep it!) It’s a big, big risk, it’s a gamble Just f*ck around where I’m from (from the South!) And you better keep your ass woke (say what?) Ain’t no such thing as no alarm [Hook: Shad Da God] Look I’m fresh off that jet In the hood, fuckin’ around with my partners I’m fresh off that jet Ridin’ ‘round with drugs, but I ain’t no doctor I’m fresh off that jet (fyoom!) Got hoes ringin’ my phone (prrr!) If they ain’t talkin’ bankrolls, I hit the side button on them hoes (hello?) I come up off checks I thank the Lord for this game (thank you!) I thank the Lord for my momma (thank you!) ‘Cause she ain’t raised no lame I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how I fly I be (I’m fly!) I’m fresh off that jet N*gga that’s how high I be (I’m geeked!) I’m fresh off that jet