FLIGHTMODE (feat. Jollykush)
Big business boy
okay ready to fly eh
Ready to soar, ready to excel
Ready to take off
Something ain't right, tho
This shit ice cold
I got that Christ flow
Bitch i'm in flight mode
Captain on deck
You better respect
You come at me you better come correct
Its Mr fucking jolly
Roger that copy
I don't fuck with Molly
But I fuck with Lockheed
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Not gone happen, sorry not sorry
Too unique, they cannot copy
I got the hard drive, you still with the floppy
I'm with your moms, she call me papi
You got potential to be dope like a poppy
Just because I am the shit
That don't mean that I am cocky
I just beat the pussy up
And she still get up like she Rocky
Adrian, we did it, Patriot, committed
Trigger got that full clip
No witness, no culprit
Pastor at the pulpit
Eulogy was full of it
Trigger Jolly Mafia is too legit
Gundy shit
Tuned in on that Tampa
Loony shit, from clear water
To the plant city boonies bitch
Til the wheels fall off my whip dip
We killing it
Stick out my leg and trip shit
Fuck around and hit a lick quick, and dip quick
Come through with that hit shit
You don't even make my hit list
You ain't never made no hit bitch so zip it
It's a trigger man, my nigga, let's get it
Something ain't right though
This shit ice cold
I love my life
Bitch, I'm in flight mode.
Yeah, we in flight mode.
We taking flight, yo.
This shit ice cold.
Yeah, that's right, bro
Third eye open I hope you don't close it
God shit, we been steady movin'
Mountains oceans
Don't make me have to prove it
It's in the math
Trying to get ubermensch
Engineering shit
It's all about the movement
Fuck your wave mechanics
Decipher the semantics
Yeah I move erratic
Jolly crash bandicoot
All up in the booth
I spit the truth til I get through to you
Lesbi honest I'm with some lesbians
They gone fight you
If you ever try to cross me, I promise
Bitch, I'm in my process
Engineer the Sonics
I ain't with the nonsense
I've been on this conquest
Once it start, ain't no fucking way to stop it
It's the revolution of the goddess pay homage
No solace We all in
We move in silence
Till it's time to get violent
Yo, we ain't got no chill
We smoking purpill
We in the outer space
Haven't reached earth still
Flow go so hard Call it that raw steel
Swallow the hard pill.
I am the top tier
Trigger the papi here like uh.
Trigger the rocket here like uh
Addict mafia, bitch, we blast off.
Killing it coffin, bitch, we cast off
We in the city of Tampa.
We leave you bloody like tampons
We fully loaded and popping off
Stock it and lock it and drop it off
Machete flow with it, chop it off
We in the Baywatch, no Hasselhoff
We go 100, no Autobahn
Auto-tune Automaton
Megatron, addict mafia
I go Avion, I go adios
We flight mode in this bitch
We ice cold and getting rich
Something ain't right though
This shit ice cold
I love my life
Bitch, I'm in flight mode.
Yeah, we in flight mode.
We taking flight, yo.
This shit ice cold.
Yeah, that's right, bro
Third Eye Open.
okay ready to fly eh
Ready to soar, ready to excel
Ready to take off
Something ain't right, tho
This shit ice cold
I got that Christ flow
Bitch i'm in flight mode
Captain on deck
You better respect
You come at me you better come correct
Its Mr fucking jolly
Roger that copy
I don't fuck with Molly
But I fuck with Lockheed
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Not gone happen, sorry not sorry
Too unique, they cannot copy
I got the hard drive, you still with the floppy
I'm with your moms, she call me papi
You got potential to be dope like a poppy
Just because I am the shit
That don't mean that I am cocky
I just beat the pussy up
And she still get up like she Rocky
Adrian, we did it, Patriot, committed
Trigger got that full clip
No witness, no culprit
Pastor at the pulpit
Eulogy was full of it
Trigger Jolly Mafia is too legit
Gundy shit
Tuned in on that Tampa
Loony shit, from clear water
To the plant city boonies bitch
Til the wheels fall off my whip dip
We killing it
Stick out my leg and trip shit
Fuck around and hit a lick quick, and dip quick
Come through with that hit shit
You don't even make my hit list
You ain't never made no hit bitch so zip it
It's a trigger man, my nigga, let's get it
Something ain't right though
This shit ice cold
I love my life
Bitch, I'm in flight mode.
Yeah, we in flight mode.
We taking flight, yo.
This shit ice cold.
Yeah, that's right, bro
Third eye open I hope you don't close it
God shit, we been steady movin'
Mountains oceans
Don't make me have to prove it
It's in the math
Trying to get ubermensch
Engineering shit
It's all about the movement
Fuck your wave mechanics
Decipher the semantics
Yeah I move erratic
Jolly crash bandicoot
All up in the booth
I spit the truth til I get through to you
Lesbi honest I'm with some lesbians
They gone fight you
If you ever try to cross me, I promise
Bitch, I'm in my process
Engineer the Sonics
I ain't with the nonsense
I've been on this conquest
Once it start, ain't no fucking way to stop it
It's the revolution of the goddess pay homage
No solace We all in
We move in silence
Till it's time to get violent
Yo, we ain't got no chill
We smoking purpill
We in the outer space
Haven't reached earth still
Flow go so hard Call it that raw steel
Swallow the hard pill.
I am the top tier
Trigger the papi here like uh.
Trigger the rocket here like uh
Addict mafia, bitch, we blast off.
Killing it coffin, bitch, we cast off
We in the city of Tampa.
We leave you bloody like tampons
We fully loaded and popping off
Stock it and lock it and drop it off
Machete flow with it, chop it off
We in the Baywatch, no Hasselhoff
We go 100, no Autobahn
Auto-tune Automaton
Megatron, addict mafia
I go Avion, I go adios
We flight mode in this bitch
We ice cold and getting rich
Something ain't right though
This shit ice cold
I love my life
Bitch, I'm in flight mode.
Yeah, we in flight mode.
We taking flight, yo.
This shit ice cold.
Yeah, that's right, bro
Third Eye Open.
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Writer(s): Angel Collazo
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