Jets nigga, where haven't we... uhh Bitches know the Planes got it F-I-N dot dot dot That's Spitta Ain't it? That nigga internet famous Fresh while its painted Pass the joint to the cat he came with Speaking the codes Landlovers don't know the pilot language Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it Everytime you try to holla at a dime She say she taken And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she's taken These rappers is acting gay 6 degrees of seperation I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins I'm at the hobby shop I'm in the R-I-C racing Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement I got that to plu on pluto That space shit They must of told you not to say the "S" word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain't say shit Clear the lane Make way for the planes bitch You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch Fly Society Now its major league cash so them niggas call us bankers Big bob marley blunts We call them stankers Hold the hood down so them niggas call us anchors And ain't shit change The judge still get the finger Call up Mr. Robinson They never see my angle Out in Cincinnatti like I'm betting on the Bengals Look how I stack my chips up like pringles And they say I ask to ass I mean anal And I bet I get paid far as the game go Stack them all up until the singles Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo And jets fly the globe like beatles Sharper than a razor On point like needles That word to my main mamacita They used to laugh at me Now I'm bumping through their speakers Like "Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal"