JET-LAGGED

Lyrics

[Intro: Dessy Hinds] Yeah, and we just pulled up, so you know the vibe Ayy, yeah [Verse 1: Dessy Hinds] Only rules followed is the G code Forever in my duffle, sippin' Pino Flows like water, know the Steelo C-notes in the black chess bag My best craft reaching new heights, I'm jet-lagged [Verse 2: Aaron Rose] For the cheese, watch how the chef craft, the tech blast How the fuck I can't be the best? Pass the mic I'm going forty-five for forty-five miles I keep my hustle like twenty-threes, I clutch when in line [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] Throw a bullet through your heart, that's a chess pass Running through these hoes like I'm Metcalf Brand-new shades, no lens craft I thought I had it planned 'til it went south It was all good 'til it ends bad [Verse 4: Chuck Strangers] Uh, me and my niggas gotta stay on the grind, fuck the cost Good smoke and do some things to my mind, I be lost Cmos before the heavy strains, scheming on a half a plate Used to bust your ass on them half-a-days [Verse 5: Nyck Caution] She a devil in her Prada, Anne Hathaway I just wanna take you on an island, we can cast away Mix the juice with the Tanqueray, now we getting high I won't land the plane 'til I get you hotter than a candle flame [Verse 6: Aaron Rose] You niggas [?] say that we sending with rounds I left this head in space like the logo said on Carrell I'm not ducking your shells I'm talking shit from my deepest thoughts Niggas pressed now like I seize cloth, the piece I toss [Verse 7: Dessy Hinds] Food stain still on my trenchcoat, gotta vent smoke Until I'm wave deep on my ten-stroke, not a pen wrote this In fact, 10:31 looping the tax Attack soon as Chuck looping the track [Verse 8: Chuck Strangers] I loop the track and sip the Henny like a dirty Sprite I ain't wanna drink, I'm just polite Got my mental right, I'm building on my physical form Lord willin' I transform, shapeshift, no facelift We comin' new, niggas smooth as clouds like the bayou [Verse 9: Nyck Caution] Uh, bad contracts declined, don't let 'em buy you Bad vibes, leave 'em behind, don't let 'em find you Switching up the style, same album Give you something to get high to and something to cry to