Smoke Break

[Intro]
Jet life, jet life
You should be rollin up by now, locate your lighters
[Verse]
Prime time
Its Mr. Go-left-on-a- bitch-who-cant-find-her-right-mind
Im squeakin past a yellow light doin 65
Hope that wasnt one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky
Im kinda high, but you dumb twisted
Im used to that killer shit so I maintain my pimpin
While you over-highed and slizzard
And Im laughin at you slippin
And yo bitch feelin disgusted and miserable
She like 'why' she 'even here with you'
Im 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
[Chorus]
The style done got switched up, cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie yall can get down, but I bet yall cant keep up
This Jet Life aint for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah lil homie yall can get down, but I bet yall cant keep up
The style done got switched up, cause the last one got bit up
Yeah lil homie yall can get down, but I bet yall cant keep up