Lyrics Jet Style - TillDaMan

Tilldaman bitch, bitch i got them bands bitch
How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle full of squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas

How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle fulla squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas

I was in need of a beat like a step child
Had to go switch up my flows up had to make them checks pile
Sorry to them niggas who aint seen me in while
Drippin like i ran a mile
Fly nigga jet style

Niggas foldin' so im cautions 'bout who being with me now
Real niggas with me then and you can see 'em with me now
I had them benjis wit me then but u can see 'em with me now
Them hoes aint wanna fuck me then but they be dm'n me now
Yo bitch in love with my sound she cant stay up off my cloud
She been fiending for me then i got her creaming for me now
Saw my drip and almost drowned ion keep lifeguards around
Used to be hard for me to grin but now i easily can smile

Bitch my lyrics sick
My bars produced from throw up
Took yo bitch dick her down its time to pick yo hoe up hoe up
Im so high off life feel like God just pick the floor up
Let the hook run back again then ima' switch my flow up

How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle fulla squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas

How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle fulla squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas

Jet style fly nigga
I could be a manikin
I could steal yo cameraman
And I just stashed a band again
Being wit broke niggas give me second hand embarrassment
A blessings 'round my way aint rare but a nigga still cherish it

Jet style fly nigga gone turn ya style on
Bitch we ran it up in the summer them numbers pile on
Come in her mouth now she mind blow she got that wild dome
Bitch i be on top of them numbers just like a dial tone

Yall niggas lack ghost
Im ballin bitch
My points comin easy like using backboards with spalding bitch
Finessers on my team a have u flat broke n Fallin quick
Threw cheese up in the strip club like im lactose intolerant

How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle fulla squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas

How u aint touchin' a bands
You an awful muh' fucka
Ran it up again
Im poppin' bottles muh' fucka
Red bone bitch
And she a model muh' fucka
Yo circle fulla squares
Yall some waffle muh' fuckas