[Hook: Ness]
Honestly, I don't think no nigga hotter
Come up in the spot making bitches rise like steam in boiling water
Me and my crew, yea Jet Set ho we get it
Should be dead the way we live it
Hoes say we fine the way we ticket
And yea we kick, kick, kick shit
Chillin with your quote "bitch" got her thinking something different
Look up in the sky cause we hella fly
And yea this real nigga, don't wipe ya eyes

[Verse 1: Ness]
I'm on my own, no signs to help me on my road
But mo' fucka I'm still driving
Saluting all my equals to some people I'm they pilot
I got yo bitches rocking, for me hoes start a riot
Chicks need less of me like diets and I shovel hoes cause I dig that
Deep in the dirt like some hood-rats
I only fuck wit V's like my shirts
If they playing hard to get I let the breeze do all my work
Shit, basically that means lift up they skirts cause when I get they numbers they washed up Bath & Body Works
And lemme tell ya, damn that body works
You got me shifting gears like I'm Dom in war
I'm playing in yo station like I'm God of War
But we ain't fucking, females I duck em so they won't ask me for nothing
Niggas be fronting over pussy but it ain't nothing
Cause I chop hoes down like Paul Bunyan
(Real Shit)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Klugh]
Spitting off the head, no blow job
Then I write it with my tool but I'm no Bob
I just keep it clean, Old Spice
Heat my flow up, like cold rice
You are looking rusty call him old knife
I'm play calling from the booth, pro right
These wanna be feds have no life
Cause to them I'm a target with no right
Still stand strong, I'm underneath the plasma
Going hard like a pump and I ain't talking asthma
Coming at yo pastor end, the day after
Of the war you niggas weak like a baby's bladder
Keep a hat like I'm workin on the light pole
Lava in the mouth gotta keep the Sprite cold
I spit it tight never loosen up the micro
Honestly I don't think nobody is on my flow

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ness]
My flow ain't bogus, keep ho hoes like Hostess
Lyrically I'm a poet, rhymes hard call em potent
I go in, like going somewhere
Bitches over here like they never over there
And yall don't seem to care
But for yall bitches yall fiend
Dogging on hoes like Coppertone Sun Screen
Yall antonyms to my team
Yall opposites of monster shit, we call you niggas puppy pee
That's why yall never see the grand, scheme of anything
Shit, if anything yall niggas skate like hockey rings
When niggas throw down
We see yall niggas roll out, like roll bounce
Jet Set on it's fliest shit
Atmosphere, rocket ships
Bring the rap game new life like mothers
And we all brothers, you gotta bitch you better Chris Tucker
Fore she asking for my number
She don't want you like old gum or something, that's why she juicy for me
(Real Shit)

[Hook x2]