T.R.E.V - Rayman (feat. Jet Plane) Lyrics

Tre Five
Jet Plane
Smokin that shit just to maintain
Rollin up this aint no plain jane
93 Diesel the propane

Jet Plane
Tre Five
Toking up dope for the 8th time
Smoke in the night til its day time
That shit gon hit like a state fine

I been up late I dont got time
To be messin with chicks that just aint fine
Like the weed is too tough man I stay grindin
I get a nubuck like the suede gone
I done bossed up I turned into Tre Five
And these n***s they know that I stay fire
I'm pullin up with the whole 5
I eat the beat til the plate gone

I do em dirty like my name Dan
I told that shawty I aint ya main man
I do not focus on what they sayin
Moving like im a purple rain man
Cant feel my body like im Rayman
I do not wanna feel it again
That is why I aint tryna make friends
Making my wave im tryna break trends

Breaking trends and im tryna make ends
I don't even care what haters be sayin
Running it up like niggas relayin
They see that im up they trynna be friends
They watching my pockets tryn get bag
They don't got enough they going out sad
Im happy as f*ck I don't get mad
Now that im busy tryn make plans

I'm rolling loud like im next on the stage
Bouta go up on a jet or a strain
Went and got right And I left all the lames
I like to ride to the left of the lanes
While I keep counting my blessings and bank
Keep going out with what's left in my tank
I let em doubt me and let em complain
I collect bounties and put em frames

I collect bounty and put it in the frame
EA my nigga we really in the game
Pavin my lane its gonna get us fame
Tre Five young nigga ya better know the name
We cant hangout you too lame
We cant go out you too plain
I just got off of the plane
Then I skirt off in the whip with ya main

Now I just kill this shit faithfully
Got a skill that can't nobody take from me
Spread that flavor I know that they savoring
Do it like I know there's no replacing me
If you in my sight aint no escaping me
Cut the head of anybody snaking me
All those smiles in my face be so fake to me
Whip up that cake like I work at a bakery

In the bakery whippin up cake
And these niggas they really be fake
We don't talk to police or the jakes
Chop the top off the head of a snake
They like me for the shit I create
You hand me any beat and im great
If you fake we dont dap or handshake
And they think that they cool but they aint

Tre Five
Jet Plane
Smokin that shit just to maintain
Rollin up this aint no plain jane
93 Diesel the propane

Jet Plane
Tre Five
Toking up dope for the 8th time
Smoke in the night til its day time
That shit gon hit like a state fine