LowJet

Yah
Yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

When something about me sounds, I just hear wow, wow
You haven't seen a jet flying low, low, cheese yet
LV with the sneakers, I do fit her, yes
I have some guys because they don't reach their glow, glow, you see? (You see?)

I have nails and I feel fabulous
Throwing it I'm Curry, half a quarter already floating (sheesh)
You live it but only with resentment
I just mentioned you so you can dream a little

Yah, yah, rollo or Rollie
I made fans of all my enemies, oh no
For me, for me, I have all my eyes focused on me, ouh-no

You want it like this, but not like this, sir
I put it re-mi with the tri with the wob
You are Bbtri— if you tri as wob
I brake for your ci-, bari bi, I erase you

Sitting with the Koala talking things
I knew deep down that all this was going to happen
Sitting on the sofa with the One watching as the clocks start to pass by
If I rhyme something I shouldn't, I could end up in jail
Why do you want to investigate me now?
They want to sound like we do
That's hard to get to