Lil Yen - Jet Li Lyrics

He must be Origami, look at the way he folded
On the freeway, I'ma drive the Benz truck like it's stolen
Like my B-day, I got so much cake, can't fold it
And shorty wanna do me, I can't even control it
He talkin' that rah rah, but on the internet trollin'
We smokin' this Zaza, you know that shit potent
I'm with the guys, exotic what we rolling
Try to pull tricks out your ass, them FNs blowing
Yeah, yeah, kickin' shit like (Wahh), like I'm Jet Li
On the Kung Fu shit like Bruce Lee, I'm kickin' shit if you test me
I'ma be a lil' late to the show, might speed this car like a Jet Ski
All of a sudden, heard ("Woo, Woo")
Y'all gon' have to catch me
Must be a chef, by the way I been flippin' cheese
All my Franks the same, say, you got Guap?
Well, look, it's a difference, see?
'Cause I love them blue hundreds, my money two commas, and you still missin' three
I'm ballin' like Kobe, I'm on point just like Mamba, I can't be missin' threes
Game-winner, bitch, we up now
Free throw? That's a two-piece
Lower my window like "Who is she?"
Seen a cougar bitch with a booty
I ain't even bring no paper to my class, but I still got loose-leaf
I'm always keepin' it buck, so you gon' have to salute me, or shoot me
He must be Origami, look at the way he folded
On the freeway, I'ma drive the Benz truck like it's stolen
Like my B-day, I got so much cake, can't fold it
And shorty wanna do me, I can't even control it
He talkin' that rah rah, but on the internet trollin'
We smokin' this Zaza, you know that shit potent
I'm with the guys, exotic what we rolling
Try to pull tricks out your ass, them FNs blowing

He must be Origami, look at the way he folded
On the freeway, I'ma drive the Benz truck like it's stolen
Like my B-day, I got so much cake, can't fold it
And shorty wanna do me, I can't even control it
He talkin' that rah rah, but on the internet trollin'
We smokin' this Zaza, you know that shit potent
I'm with the guys, exotic what we rolling
Try to pull tricks out your ass, them FNs blowing
Yeah, yeah, kickin' shit like (Wahh), like I'm Jet Li
On the Kung Fu shit like Bruce Lee, I'm kickin' shit if you test me
I'ma be a lil' late to the show, might speed this car like a Jet Ski
All of a sudden, heard ("Woo, Woo")
Y'all gon' have to catch me
Must be a chef, by the way I been flippin' cheese
All my Franks the same, say, you got Guap?
Well, look, it's a difference, see?
'Cause I love them blue hundreds, my money two commas, and you still missin' three
I'm ballin' like Kobe, I'm on point just like Mamba, I can't be missin' threes
Game-winner, bitch, we up now
Free throw? That's a two-piece
Lower my window like "Who is she?"
Seen a cougar bitch with a booty
I ain't even bring no paper to my class, but I still got loose-leaf
I'm always keepin' it buck, so you gon' have to salute me, or shoot me
He must be Origami, look at the way he folded
On the freeway, I'ma drive the Benz truck like it's stolen
Like my B-day, I got so much cake, can't fold it
And shorty wanna do me, I can't even control it
He talkin' that rah rah, but on the internet trollin'
We smokin' this Zaza, you know that shit potent
I'm with the guys, exotic what we rolling
Try to pull tricks out your ass, them FNs blowing