JetWifi Lyrics – Rob49

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[Intro: Birdman & Rob49]
Fu*k them pu*sy-ass n!ggas, nephew, lay ’em down (Blatt)
Fu*k ’em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
We on that type of time
Bulletproof when we riding ’round, moving ’round, n!gga (Woo, yeah)
Big sticks
I been getting the racks off features, n!gga, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49]
On a jet, this b!tch got wifi, yeah, send a hit through FaceTime
Big ol’ stick look like a guitar, yeah, n!ggas know we rock out (Brrt)
VVS, my grill cost a check (Skrrt), n!gga, fu*k a cookout, yeah

Catch him on that bike like lil’ Pappy (On my son), we got n!ggas shook, huh, yeah
Big ol’ pimping, doing one fifty in this Trackhawk truck (Yeah, in this Trackhawk truck)
Tryna keep up with VM, got n!ggas fu*king they paper up, for real (N!ggas fu*king they paper up)
Shout out YTB, you know that get-back s*it a must, n!gga, yeah
Bulletproof Escalade, this bulls*it cost a Rolls truck, woo, yeah
In the trap house, day and night, Kid Cudi, hoo, yeah
Hide your credit cards ’cause he a scammer, oh Lord, yeah
When pimp was me on calling me on FaceTime to show forty, yeah
We had Nilly in the trap, going back and forth for four months, n!gga, yeah
Say you more piped up than me, then pu*sy, show something, n!gga, yeah
I was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, n!gga (House to cut the fu*king dope in)
Me and my main ho famous, n!gga, pipe your b!tch up, n!gga, yeah
Hiding the drügs inside the house, she don’t even know what her son selling, yeah
Testify, yeah, these n!ggas rapping and testifying, guess I’m a different kind (Gang)
I ain’t nothing like them other guys, I’d kill him if he mine, yeah
But s*it, I know this n!gga ain’t mine and I know what I saw (I know what I saw)
And I’m out here acting like I was blind, I ain’t need no key to start, yeah
I’m in a rental with switches and glizzys and killers, yeah
I’m in the trenches, first n!gga play with me, put something in that river, woo
In a Maybach like Rick Ross, this ain’t Maybach Music, n!gga (Woo)
Net up 500K this month, n!ggas think I’m lying, they stupid, woo (Gang)

[Bridge: Birdman & Rob49]
Yeah, b!tch and I’m fresh out the trenches, n!gga, on a G5 (We on that type of time)
You understand?

N!gga know it’s fu*king vulture mob, could do or die, n!gga
If a n!gga play, nail them to the fu*king cross, n!gga (Yeah, yeah)
Bleed a n!gga buried by the fu*king 11, n!gga, you understand
I’ma die about this VMB, you understand (Fu*k this n!gga), it’s in my fu*king blood, n!gga (Blood, n!gga)
You n!ggas ain’t getting no fu*king money like us, n!gga, you understand (Gang, yeah)
The biggest in this s*it (S*it, s*it, woo)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
I’m on Adderall, mm-hmm (Alright)
Pressure bust some pipes, I’m out here, payment on my heart, mm-hmm (Gang)
200K in a day, Big 49, trap god, mm-hmm, yeah
I know young n!ggas who litter than this right back in the fort, yeah
Them n!ggas thought we lost it, woo (Woo)

[Outro: Birdman]
All them n!ggas that’s gone and been forgot about, we ain’t never forget about ’em
We on that type of time
Fu*k who don’t like it, we on that type of s*it
Fu*k who ain’t with us, we on that type of s*it
We fu*king over everything that ain’t with us
Yeah, for a fact, mm-hmm