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Rob49 - JetWifi Lyrics



Rob49 - JetWifi Lyrics
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[ Featuring Birdman ]

F*ck them pussy-ass niggas, nephew, lay 'em down (blatt)
F*ck 'em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
We on that type of time
Bulletproof when we ridin' 'round, movin' 'round, nigga, big stick (woo, yeah)
I been gettin' the racks off features, nigga (yeah)
On a jet, this bitch got Wi-Fi (yeah), send a hit through FaceTime
Big ol' stick look like a guitar (yeah), niggas know we rock out (brrt)
VVS, my grill cost a check (skrrt), nigga, f*ck a cookout (yeah)
Catch him on that bike like lil' Pappy (on my son), we got niggas shook, huh (yeah)
Big ol' pimpin', doin' one fifty in this Trackhawk truck (yeah, in this Trackhawk truck)
Tryna keep up with VM, got niggas f*ckin' they paper up, for real (niggas f*ckin' they paper up)
Shout out YTB, you know that get-back shit a must, nigga (yeah)
Bulletproof Escalade, this bullshit 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 callin' me on FaceTime to show forty (yeah)
We had Nilly in the trap, goin' back and forth for four months, nigga (yeah)
Say you more piped up than me, then pussy, show somethin', nigga (yeah)
I was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, nigga (house to cut the f*ckin' dope in)
Me and my main ho famous, nigga, pipe your bitch up, nigga (yeah)
Hidin' the drugs inside the house, she don't even know what her son sellin' (yeah)
Testify (yeah), these niggas rappin' and testifyin', guess I'm a different kind (gang)
I ain't nothin' like them other guys, I'd kill him if he mine (yeah)
But shit, I know this nigga ain't mine and I know what I saw (I know what I saw)
And I'm out here actin' 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 nigga play with me, put somethin' in that river, woo
In a Maybach like Rick Ross, this ain't Maybach Music, nigga (woo)
500K this month, niggas think I'm lyin', they stupid, woo (gang)
Yeah, bitch, and I'm fresh out the trenches, nigga, on a G5 (we on that type of time)
You understand?
Nigga know it's f*ckin' Vulture Mob, do or die, nigga
If a nigga play, nail them to the f*ckin' cross, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Bleed a nigga buried by the f*ckin' 11, nigga, you understand
I'ma die about this VMB, you understand (f*ck this nigga)
It's in my f*ckin' blood, nigga (blood, nigga)
You niggas ain't gettin' no f*ckin' money like us, nigga, you understand (gang, yeah)
The biggest in this shit (shit, shit, woo)
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 niggas who litter than this right back in the fort (yeah)
Them niggas thought we lost it, woo (woo)
All them niggas that's gone and been forgot about, we ain't never forget about 'em
We on that type of time
F*ck who don't like it, we on that type of shit
F*ck who ain't with us, we on that type of shit
We f*ckin' over everything that ain't with us
Yeah, for a fact, mm-hmm
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F*ck them pussy-ass niggas, nephew, lay 'em down (blatt)
F*ck 'em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
We on that type of time
Bulletproof when we ridin' 'round, movin' 'round, nigga, big stick (woo, yeah)
I been gettin' the racks off features, nigga (yeah)
On a jet, this bitch got Wi-Fi (yeah), send a hit through FaceTime
Big ol' stick look like a guitar (yeah), niggas know we rock out (brrt)
VVS, my grill cost a check (skrrt), nigga, f*ck a cookout (yeah)
Catch him on that bike like lil' Pappy (on my son), we got niggas shook, huh (yeah)
Big ol' pimpin', doin' one fifty in this Trackhawk truck (yeah, in this Trackhawk truck)
Tryna keep up with VM, got niggas f*ckin' they paper up, for real (niggas f*ckin' they paper up)
Shout out YTB, you know that get-back shit a must, nigga (yeah)
Bulletproof Escalade, this bullshit 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 callin' me on FaceTime to show forty (yeah)
We had Nilly in the trap, goin' back and forth for four months, nigga (yeah)
Say you more piped up than me, then pussy, show somethin', nigga (yeah)
I was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, nigga (house to cut the f*ckin' dope in)
Me and my main ho famous, nigga, pipe your bitch up, nigga (yeah)
Hidin' the drugs inside the house, she don't even know what her son sellin' (yeah)
Testify (yeah), these niggas rappin' and testifyin', guess I'm a different kind (gang)
I ain't nothin' like them other guys, I'd kill him if he mine (yeah)
But shit, I know this nigga ain't mine and I know what I saw (I know what I saw)
And I'm out here actin' 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 nigga play with me, put somethin' in that river, woo
In a Maybach like Rick Ross, this ain't Maybach Music, nigga (woo)
500K this month, niggas think I'm lyin', they stupid, woo (gang)
Yeah, bitch, and I'm fresh out the trenches, nigga, on a G5 (we on that type of time)
You understand?
Nigga know it's f*ckin' Vulture Mob, do or die, nigga
If a nigga play, nail them to the f*ckin' cross, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Bleed a nigga buried by the f*ckin' 11, nigga, you understand
I'ma die about this VMB, you understand (f*ck this nigga)
It's in my f*ckin' blood, nigga (blood, nigga)
You niggas ain't gettin' no f*ckin' money like us, nigga, you understand (gang, yeah)
The biggest in this shit (shit, shit, woo)
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 niggas who litter than this right back in the fort (yeah)
Them niggas thought we lost it, woo (woo)
All them niggas that's gone and been forgot about, we ain't never forget about 'em
We on that type of time
F*ck who don't like it, we on that type of shit
F*ck who ain't with us, we on that type of shit
We f*ckin' over everything that ain't with us
Yeah, for a fact, mm-hmm
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Writer: Robert Thomas, Erik Baldovin, Ian Brandon Lewis, Joseph Steele
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed by: Rob49
Featuring: Birdman
From Album: Let Me Fly
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Robert Thomas, Erik Baldovin, Ian Brandon Lewis, Joseph Steele
Year: 2025
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