hop off a jet
Singer:young thug
i put the glow on her wrists
i got that glow on my bitch
i keep the drum on the tec
won't you tell me that you tried?
way more smoother than a plane
way more quicker than a 'vette
bad bitch out of marquette
took her out of school for the brain
she came around with the set
gotta keep her mind on deck
don't write books since barnes and noble
see you frequent in a place i done been
then you leave lookin' bent
i put the glow on her wrists
i got that glow on my bitch
i keep the drum on the tec
won't you tell me that you tried?
packin' that smith & wesson when i crave
hop in a big body maybach and it's glazed
tell me why the fuck do you slay?
why you killin' bitches with no grave?
hop off the jet with an a and a k and a three-headed snake
all of the coupes exotic and i'm ducked off with your bae
i told you my niggas don't like you
had to tell these lil' niggas my wrist and my ankle a lake
had to tell 'em they bitch can come get on my shit and just stay
i put the glow on her wrists
i got that glow on my bitch
i keep the drum on the tec
won't you tell me that you tried?