Desiigner – Jet (feat. Pusha T) Lyrics

Jet

Desiigner (feat. Pusha T)

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"Jet." - Desiigner (feat. Pusha T)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:19 am

Album: New English

Track No: 11

Aye
Tell
Aye, got one?
Tell
Baby, tell
On a spell
Purple jet
Purple jet
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
Cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Run through a check
Cop me a jet
Young **** cop him a TEC
Cop me a jet
I spent two milla on where I rest
I got two hundred up on my neck
Dual exhausts is like Twin Towers
On that Carrera I cause a jet
Please call 911
You know this a Turbo S
Still got the scale ****
Feel like I'm Virgo-esque
I might fuck up a check on her
If we kick it David Beck on her
That's my Becky with the good hair
Say King Push done went left on her
All designers not a problem
Ask Designer, I signed him
(True)
Billboard's a jungle gym
Sat back and watch him climb 'em
It's Nobu on his charter
Crab roll starters
(No chopsticks)
Main course was from
Malaysian open waters
Apollo jets, you just jet smarter
Love the money and I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
Cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
Cop me a jet
Young **** cop him a TEC
Cop me a jet
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
I'ma go cop me a TEC
Milly go cop him a TEC
For them new shoes, die for respect
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Balling hard like the Lakers
Giving bitch **** no favors
You gettin' hit with the razors
He gettin' hit with the shaver
Ballin' hard like the Pacers
**** talking like they raised us
None of them raised us
I'ma get right to this paper
I'ma get right to this paper
Run through a check
I'ma go die for respect
Bitch **** hit like the ref
For them new shoes, die for respect
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
Cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
Go cop me a jet
I'ma run right through this paper
I'ma run right through this paper
Right through a check
Cop me a jet
Young **** cop him a TEC
Cop me a jet

Writer(s): Sidney Selby, Terrell Graham, Terrence Thornton, Beyoncé Knowles, Diana "Wynter" Gordon & Sean Rhoden.

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