Straight fly shit
Haha
On top soon forever
Straight up
Aye
Young Niggas taking over soon
Yeah
Yeah
We going up slowly but surely
Yeah
We taking off in five four three
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
Bought a Glock with a switch
Heard they tried to put a hit
Ain't no telling who gone snitch
I air it out then I dip
Ain't telling where I went
Flying private to my event
All the time that I spent
All the money that I waste
All the time that I won't get back
Can't just replace
What can I say
Yeah yeah
Just look at today
Yeah yeah
That choppa gone spray
That choppa gone spray if you mess with my fetti
That choppa gone spray if you mess with my time
Lately I think I been losing my mind
Stuck in my ways
I just don't get the time
Don't pay em no attention
Don't pay em no mind
You holding yo Weight
But I'm standing on mine
I don't want yo body
I just want yo mind
Foreign Bugatti
Pick you up by nine
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
We on some
Yeah
Haha
Pussy
We taking off in five four three
Run up a check
Nigga Fuck a bag
Don't wear skinny jeans
It fuck up the swag
Pull off witcho bitch
Make you pussies mad
She be loving on you
But she call me dad
Now you want to play the vic
Pull up on me with the stick
Mother fucka this the trench
Pussy Nigga we lit uhhh
Pull up on you at the light
Gotcha begging pleading for your life
Buck fifty razor fuck a knife
Sauce dripping slipping on my ice
Mile high Nigga feel the breeze
C sharp Playing like some keys
Haters Barking biting like fleas
Mozzarella all about the cheese
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
Bought a Glock with a switch
Heard they tried to put a hit
Ain't no telling who gone snitch
I air it out then I dip
Ain't telling where I went
Flying private to my event
All the time that I spent
All the money that I waste
All the time that I won't get back
Can't just replace
On top soon forever
Straight up
Aye
Young Niggas taking over soon
Yeah
Yeah
We going up slowly but surely
Yeah
We taking off in five four three
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
Bought a Glock with a switch
Heard they tried to put a hit
Ain't no telling who gone snitch
I air it out then I dip
Ain't telling where I went
Flying private to my event
All the time that I spent
All the money that I waste
All the time that I won't get back
Can't just replace
What can I say
Yeah yeah
Just look at today
Yeah yeah
That choppa gone spray
That choppa gone spray if you mess with my fetti
That choppa gone spray if you mess with my time
Lately I think I been losing my mind
Stuck in my ways
I just don't get the time
Don't pay em no attention
Don't pay em no mind
You holding yo Weight
But I'm standing on mine
I don't want yo body
I just want yo mind
Foreign Bugatti
Pick you up by nine
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
We on some
Yeah
Haha
Pussy
We taking off in five four three
Run up a check
Nigga Fuck a bag
Don't wear skinny jeans
It fuck up the swag
Pull off witcho bitch
Make you pussies mad
She be loving on you
But she call me dad
Now you want to play the vic
Pull up on me with the stick
Mother fucka this the trench
Pussy Nigga we lit uhhh
Pull up on you at the light
Gotcha begging pleading for your life
Buck fifty razor fuck a knife
Sauce dripping slipping on my ice
Mile high Nigga feel the breeze
C sharp Playing like some keys
Haters Barking biting like fleas
Mozzarella all about the cheese
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly shit
We on some get high shit
We on some don't die shit
We on some cloud high shit
We on some mile high shit
Bought a Glock with a switch
Heard they tried to put a hit
Ain't no telling who gone snitch
I air it out then I dip
Ain't telling where I went
Flying private to my event
All the time that I spent
All the money that I waste
All the time that I won't get back
Can't just replace
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Allen
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