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On A Jet
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Hip-Hop/Rap
On A Jet was released on November 28, 2025 by BlocBoy JB as a part of the album T.B.C
album cover
AlbumT.B.C
Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelBlocBoy JB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, ****?)
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
[Chorus]
Need a cleanup on aisle three, we sent that boy and left a mess
(Yeah, need a cleanup on aisle three where we fucked around, made a mess)
.223s, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
(Made that, yeah, we made the pussy-ass **** wreck, you know what I'm sayin'?)
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
(I don't play checkers, man, I'm aimin' straight at a **** chest, for real, ****)
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
(It ain't no bird, it's a plane, no, lil' ****, that's Bloc, bitch)
[Verse 1]
You know I like my bitches all in uniform (Aw yeah)
Turn a Bnb into a college dorm (Aw yeah)
When I'm smokin', man, it smell like underarm (Aw yeah)
Told that bitch my money Nia 'cause it's long (Aw yeah, word)
Bae, your head not in the game, lil' ho, I'm not sure (Sure)
All that false-ass advertisin' with that hawk tuah (With that slurp)
Call my plug to see my birds like it's a hawk tour (Hawk tour)
G-Block, ain't no stoppin' (Stoppin'), price too high, we robbin', **** (Rob)
So many **** done got they issue for tryna show too much (Show too much)
Cuz pulled up, chopped so many ****, I think he work at Mobile Cuts (Woah, woah, woah)
Lil' bruh kept on hidin', he fucked around and got his brother took (Brother took)
No technical foul when I say that, but me and my ****, we do too much (We do too much)
[Chorus]
Need a cleanup on aisle three, we sent that boy and left a mess
(Left a mess, left a mess, left a motherfuckin' mess)
.223s, they hit the back of that boy car and made a wreck
(Hit the back of the motherfuckin' car, man, boy done skrrt)
I don't know how to play checkers, bullets hit him in his chest
(Huh, hit the boy in the chest, now, ****, the boy not breathin')
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, that's BlocBoy on a jet
(It ain't no bird, it's a plane, no, lil ****, that's Bloc, bitch)
Written by: BlocBoy JB
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