Young Roddy - Blow lyrics

rate me

Jet Life x3

And if it don’t make bread it ain’t right

One time for the set that I rep

Your best bet if you come come correct

I Show no love to the weak no respect

They Tell me lifes, a gamble I holla bet

But outta no where this nigga became a threat

And I ain’t even break a sweat but she soaking wet

And just like my logo for the money I jet

There’s no day’s off on my road to success

Long as that money on my mind theirs no rest

When we ain’t have a deal we had to pay our self

Roddy just a name I gave my self

Cause either she get right or get left

But before even I got unpacked she undressed

Word, Real recognize real I guess

So till I’m dead and gone its Jets at your neck

I’m in a city with murder money and sex

DWade flow, fuck it better yet Durant

Skinny as I am I tote my city on my back

I stay highed up that helps me relax

I get behind it if she throw that ass back

Shorty ridin till the wheels go flat

I stay strapped and my track gone clap

In the fast lane peddle to the mat

Till the floor, shit way better then before

This a jack move I kick down the door

I’m on my grind I hope you own yours

I’m never close like my neighborhood stores

Never once reveled my jet code

We stack dough till that shit over flow

I fall back when these hoes pay me close

Why smile when that shit ain’t no joke

Cause all we know is hustle until you croke

Jet Life, Jets Go Jets Go

Show nuff you right, we gone blow

Its hard to breath around all this gun smoke

Man this weed gets me to high to be getting it for the low