Book A Flight

Book me a flight fin go to the valley
He try steal my drip
Better go play in traffic
I been having sauce
I forgot that I had it
Knee deep in that pussy
It stretch like elastic
See me smoking a swisher
Might be a disaster
Getting tax free money
Like was a pastor
I'm high in the air man
I feel like Aladdin
I rolled up a wood
And You know I won't pass

And that bitch tweaked out
On my main thing
I be up at the top where the space be
Ain't no pocket money
Gonna change me
And these fk ns gone see me
Like HD
Hoes they be flocking
Like I'm going main stream
I know that boy
He sweet like a pastry
You know I'm start just like Macy's
And this new pape
Make me dance Like the 80s

She say that I'm number 1
Just like McGrady
I pour up the lean
Shit slow like gravy
Cut that bh off
I don't like what she say
So many hoes look like a parade
I'm only five eight
Feel like Andre The Great
Bh I'm dead fresh
Like I rose out the grave
Bh I'm so high
I woke up in space
Took a sip out the bottle
I'm buzzed off the taste

I ain't fn with randoms
Got plenty of vibes
I was finna pour up
But I ran out of lines
I got one on the side
Serving beans while I drive
Then run back to the stu
Cooking up like a pie
Aye now she wanna get greedy
And go on vacation
They want the sauce
It ain't free like a Mason
Time to go roll up some tree
Man I face it
I left that bh in the past
She was basic
Seeing numbers and shapes
Like I'm in the matrix
Keep a hoe on ice
I ain't never gone save her
I'm making bread just like a baker
I'm blowing weed
Just like I'm Jamaican
I get to the loaf
I don't make time for Caking
She want me to cuff
She better keep waiting
I faced me a wood
Got me high like a spaceship
This real exotic
You smell it you taste it
Let's get some money
Need your information
I took a flight to LA like Laker
That's bitch delusional
Cuz we not we dating
She try to hit up my line
Tell her save it
Ain't no touchin my cup
I got lean on the rocks
And that shit coat to much
I ain't spilling a drop
And that man he a goofy
He cuffed up a Thot
I ain't changing a thing
But I know Ima pop
Lay that hoe on the floor
Just like she was a cot
So much drip when I step
Leave a trail when I walk
If you smoking that Za
Then I know you gone cough
If you buggin
Then bro gone spray you
Like off
Bro still broke it ain't even his fault
Ran through 28 grams
Feeling like Marshall Faulk
And this wood still punching
It caught an assault
And this bitch still bussin
Ain't taking no calls
Roll me a wood
That bitch look like a log
We smoked the whole thing
Now she bout take it off
Hoe this some weed
Not a Mr.Fog
I get the bag like I'm Estabon
Yeah