Letras
Yo, yo what time was our flight again bro?
Shit, we got like 5-10 minutes, I think
Aight, bet, we chillin' then
Yo, was that our flight, bro?
Shit, it was 2:00, not 2:30
Fuck, bro
Don't worry, bro, we got it
Caught another fight, I ain't gotta see that price
I ain't gotta go hard, just gon' play it nice
Fuck a fist fight, you already in my sights
Pull that trigger, shut off all your lights
They beggin' me to stop, that flow that stay on top
This shit low key a bop
Doin' what I want, this beat can't keep me on
Blowin' up the game the bank rank go insane
Tearin' up the game, bitch, we ain't the same
Flow so cray, y'all bitches can't explain
I'm gettin' hella fame, yeah, y'all some lames
Alright, alright, now I go insane
Hoppin' out the Prelude, runnin' with the whole crew
Yo, bitch, yea she old news, takin' them clothes off
Now she in full nude, yeah, you better kick rocks
Blowin' up this game, this shit ain't even hip-hop
They beggin' me to stop, that flow that stay on top
This shit low key a bop
Doin' what I want, this beat can't keep me on
Flowin' off the brain, the bank roll go insane
Bitches tryna swerve, bitch, stay in your lane
This shit is way too easy, Iced up like Mr. Freezy
These labels swear they need me, like, slow down, why you speeding
Got the new sound, showin' in every town
I pull up to your block and shoot that shit down
I'm the real MC, was lost but now I'm found
Huntin' for the blood, bitches call me a hound
I'm releasin' clips and bodies gon' hit the ground
You can hear the beat from here to downtown 315 is takin' off, bitches be hella soft
Money stacked like a tower, these beats is never bought
Money what you lack and racks is what I got
I'm on the runway, yeah, we takin' off