Fly Everything
Let's go, baby, let's go
Yo
Big Paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals
They get chills when on the heels of a killer
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas
Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio
I live that life you could stuff in a vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off you smile
Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile
40 inch cable is fatal I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label
If Chi-town is Chiraq, then Staten island is Beirut
All we want's the Dead Presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo)
I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits
Mommy cryin' homie died, couldn't make it past 11
Twenty-one, 20 gun salute, bring him back in seconds
Off that juice hang 'em off the roof
How niggas send a message
We be wildin' keep that toolie on us
'Case you wanna check us
Off the line and get your homie clapped
Just for sending texts
Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans
Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message
It might cost you for what you worth
But you ain't life threatenin'
You ain't' runnin', just drag your feet
'Cause you ain't light steppin'
Send 'em all to come dim your lights
You gon' need a light inspection
Just give 'em a couple shots
We gonna give him light injections
I'm cleanin' these niggas messes but soon as I switch my groove
Got out and moved, these niggas became the death wish
Niggas became reckless, young, black and flexin'
Nigga (Young, black and flexin')
All we want's the Dead Presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence
Yo
Big Paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals
They get chills when on the heels of a killer
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas
Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio
I live that life you could stuff in a vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off you smile
Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile
40 inch cable is fatal I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label
If Chi-town is Chiraq, then Staten island is Beirut
All we want's the Dead Presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo)
I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits
Mommy cryin' homie died, couldn't make it past 11
Twenty-one, 20 gun salute, bring him back in seconds
Off that juice hang 'em off the roof
How niggas send a message
We be wildin' keep that toolie on us
'Case you wanna check us
Off the line and get your homie clapped
Just for sending texts
Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans
Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message
It might cost you for what you worth
But you ain't life threatenin'
You ain't' runnin', just drag your feet
'Cause you ain't light steppin'
Send 'em all to come dim your lights
You gon' need a light inspection
Just give 'em a couple shots
We gonna give him light injections
I'm cleanin' these niggas messes but soon as I switch my groove
Got out and moved, these niggas became the death wish
Niggas became reckless, young, black and flexin'
Nigga (Young, black and flexin')
All we want's the Dead Presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Caiazzo, Dennis Ames, Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs
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