Astrals
Gorilla Glue
Uh, Show a fuck nigga real, bet he copy it
All that smoke in the air, man we popping shit (For real)
To be honest, I can't even fuck with them
All that faking and flodging
That's opp-ing shit
Flex up on my ex, I ain't stopping shit
Flex up for the city, what's popping fam
Lil brudda push up, give you 30 clips
Leave that metal inside you like Iron Man
And I know some niggas who can't keep it real
I know some niggas who deep in the field
Keep it buck, til we touching them mills (Aye)
And still gotta keep that shit real
Smoking that OG, gotta cough
Made me a W, out a lose
You wish you could get it all, fuck a cost
Young nigga made a way like a boss
Still in the hood, trying to take off
Get in the whip, have a race-off (Vrroom, skrrtt, skrrtt)
Money count, money count, money count
If it ain't money, don't come around (Dat Way)
Better stay on track no run arounds
Everybody stare when we come around
And everybody round me with the fuck shit (For real, nigga)
Run off on a nigga, on some dumb shit
(I said)
Either pray to the lord or change up your energy
I popped me a tab, went worldwide
Smoke me some gas, went sky high (You feeling me?)
Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high (Yeah)
Yeah, no mile high
Im fly like a motherfucking jet plane
Currensy talk, The Jet way
Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me
I don't fuck with school so don't test me
Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga
Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Swear this shit a blessing, nigga)
Lil' Heaven Cent, nigga
Just got the pack now it's time to run up
Don't play with my niggas, not toting for fun
Seen too much, we ain't smoking for none
Lil bro said he'd die by the checks
You know that I'd die by the checks
But let me digress. (Just let me digress)
Zone 6 shit, pray to the lord before I dip (Just let me digress)
.45 on my hip, no I don't play with no shrimps
Working for the best like "No, I want steak with my shrimp"
Whether it's 90 or 60 degrees
We still on the run for that cream
He see fame, wanna switch on the team
Roll another just blowing off steam
(I said)
Either pray to the lord or change up your energy
I popped me a tab, went worldwide
Smoke me some gas, went sky high
Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high
Yeah, no mile high
I'm fly like a motherfucking jet plane
Currensy talk, The Jet way
Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me
I don't fuck with school so don't test me
Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga
Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Aye, let's go)
Nick Satchel, man
Uh, Show a fuck nigga real, bet he copy it
All that smoke in the air, man we popping shit (For real)
To be honest, I can't even fuck with them
All that faking and flodging
That's opp-ing shit
Flex up on my ex, I ain't stopping shit
Flex up for the city, what's popping fam
Lil brudda push up, give you 30 clips
Leave that metal inside you like Iron Man
And I know some niggas who can't keep it real
I know some niggas who deep in the field
Keep it buck, til we touching them mills (Aye)
And still gotta keep that shit real
Smoking that OG, gotta cough
Made me a W, out a lose
You wish you could get it all, fuck a cost
Young nigga made a way like a boss
Still in the hood, trying to take off
Get in the whip, have a race-off (Vrroom, skrrtt, skrrtt)
Money count, money count, money count
If it ain't money, don't come around (Dat Way)
Better stay on track no run arounds
Everybody stare when we come around
And everybody round me with the fuck shit (For real, nigga)
Run off on a nigga, on some dumb shit
(I said)
Either pray to the lord or change up your energy
I popped me a tab, went worldwide
Smoke me some gas, went sky high (You feeling me?)
Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high (Yeah)
Yeah, no mile high
Im fly like a motherfucking jet plane
Currensy talk, The Jet way
Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me
I don't fuck with school so don't test me
Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga
Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Swear this shit a blessing, nigga)
Lil' Heaven Cent, nigga
Just got the pack now it's time to run up
Don't play with my niggas, not toting for fun
Seen too much, we ain't smoking for none
Lil bro said he'd die by the checks
You know that I'd die by the checks
But let me digress. (Just let me digress)
Zone 6 shit, pray to the lord before I dip (Just let me digress)
.45 on my hip, no I don't play with no shrimps
Working for the best like "No, I want steak with my shrimp"
Whether it's 90 or 60 degrees
We still on the run for that cream
He see fame, wanna switch on the team
Roll another just blowing off steam
(I said)
Either pray to the lord or change up your energy
I popped me a tab, went worldwide
Smoke me some gas, went sky high
Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high
Yeah, no mile high
I'm fly like a motherfucking jet plane
Currensy talk, The Jet way
Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me
I don't fuck with school so don't test me
Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga
Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Aye, let's go)
Nick Satchel, man
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Writer(s): Nicholas Collins
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