Plane
Oh wow (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
Yea, why?
Do I see so many faces in the sky
And I just found my place I know I'll be fine
Yea I eat that bitch up yea I dine
Staying on top no I won't fall behind
Yea I know I'll be just fine
I just seen the future I know that shit mine
If you want to glow up got to give it some time
Everywhere I be they staring I shine
Leave that boy red yea just like some Heinz
I just popped a Xan 'cause I said like "Fuck it"
Shooting like Parker I'm hitting the bucket
And you know you don't want to run up on me
'Cause you know that I'm motherfucking tucking
Lately been feeling insane
I been so high I feel like I'm on another plane
When you got to travel like this it ain't no whip
Yea you know that I'm up on a plane
When I just order my food I get me some sauce
Yea you know I can't do that shit plain
I just met this hoe she pissed me off
Yea I might just play her
Yes with these hoes I'm player
When it come to that real shit no I'm not playing
Yes I got racks so you know that I'm paying
They holding a sign whenever I land
Bitch I'm on a plane I'm on the way to Japan
Everybody hating, envious I don't understand
Yea nobody ever held my hand
I had to do this shit on my own yea I had to be the man
Yes I just got to go run it the fuck up
You know that I got me a plan
Yes I do this everyday, going so crazy
All my mind do expand
Z06 going so fast (Skrt)
Yes I'm just stepping on necks
Doing 200, no I'm not letting off the gas
I'm in a car right now with this bitch yea and she got a fat ass
This shit I'm rolling up right now it cost a lot
No I'm not passing
Yea we got them sticks we doing damage
I remember I was down bad now that shit some past tense
All these people fake, fake as fuck, like some plastic
I'm just in the stu' like everyday, I'm making classics
If you need some drugs I got some shit up in my basket
Ima do this 'till I die, 'till I'm in my casket
You trying to stretch you bands but your money ain't elastic
I had this shit the hard way, now I'm making magic
Making money I don't got no job
Just doing me I been making some songs
Give it my soul I give it my all
I feel like I can't do no wrong
I just hopped on a plane bruh
I'm too high and that's saying some
Talk yo' shit and I'm spraying some
This shit too easy like a layup
Yea, why?
Do I see so many faces in the sky
And I just found my place I know I'll be fine
Yea I eat that bitch up yea I dine
Staying on top no I won't fall behind
Yea I know I'll be just fine
I just seen the future I know that shit mine
If you want to glow up got to give it some time
Everywhere I be they staring I shine
Leave that boy red yea just like some Heinz
I just popped a Xan 'cause I said like "Fuck it"
Shooting like Parker I'm hitting the bucket
And you know you don't want to run up on me
'Cause you know that I'm motherfucking tucking
Lately been feeling insane
I been so high I feel like I'm on another plane
When you got to travel like this it ain't no whip
Yea you know that I'm up on a plane
When I just order my food I get me some sauce
Yea you know I can't do that shit plain
I just met this hoe she pissed me off
Yea I might just play her
Yes with these hoes I'm player
When it come to that real shit no I'm not playing
Yes I got racks so you know that I'm paying
They holding a sign whenever I land
Bitch I'm on a plane I'm on the way to Japan
Everybody hating, envious I don't understand
Yea nobody ever held my hand
I had to do this shit on my own yea I had to be the man
Yes I just got to go run it the fuck up
You know that I got me a plan
Yes I do this everyday, going so crazy
All my mind do expand
Z06 going so fast (Skrt)
Yes I'm just stepping on necks
Doing 200, no I'm not letting off the gas
I'm in a car right now with this bitch yea and she got a fat ass
This shit I'm rolling up right now it cost a lot
No I'm not passing
Yea we got them sticks we doing damage
I remember I was down bad now that shit some past tense
All these people fake, fake as fuck, like some plastic
I'm just in the stu' like everyday, I'm making classics
If you need some drugs I got some shit up in my basket
Ima do this 'till I die, 'till I'm in my casket
You trying to stretch you bands but your money ain't elastic
I had this shit the hard way, now I'm making magic
Making money I don't got no job
Just doing me I been making some songs
Give it my soul I give it my all
I feel like I can't do no wrong
I just hopped on a plane bruh
I'm too high and that's saying some
Talk yo' shit and I'm spraying some
This shit too easy like a layup
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Writer(s): Aiden Paine
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