Me and my niggas still catching them flights
We don’t even stay in the city
All went Vegas to chill with some titties
All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t fucking with me
I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi
I hopped on the flight extra late
My niggas had came in the city
TSA they just be bugging
He tryna land with the pillies
Just came from Philly , Just started tripping, I’m not talking bout being mad
Trapped for a living, been living so trapped, in a city, that just filling up with some rats
What the fuck is you talking bout nigga?
Get me mad I’ll hulk out on you nigga
Oh my bad, I keep adding some fillers
Just give me a minute to chill in the Villa
I need a bitch to relate to me
Put food on my plate, bake a cake for me
If I’m in a jam catch a case for me
How I’m looking for you and you chasing me?
We just be running in circles, stuck in like a gerbil, two straps like I’m Eurkle, I’m taking the reigns
Sipping on purple, no nurple, come ride on a surfboard, I know that you want catch the wave
I just been feeling like Boogie and Hopsin, I got on my hoodie and I’m still getting caught in the rain
You can’t relate to my pain, I hop in a foreign with Rico, he love him that Benz with the bitch that be saying his name
You is a lame , pussy ass nigga can’t hang, you gon remember my name, hop on a flight, I gotta go catch me a plane
Me and my niggas still catching them flights
We don’t even stay in the city
All went Vegas to chill with some titties
All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t fucking with me
I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi
I hopped on the flight extra late
My niggas had came in the city
TSA they just be bugging
He tryna land with the pillies
I can’t really trust these niggas no more
Nigga you can kick it in the Dojo
I’m passing bullets nigga, Tony Romo
SBML, can’t you tell? I’m riding solo
Never let a nigga or a bitch get too close
Number 9 on my hip, like I’m Rondo
30 clip, hot shells, feed him hallows
If a nigga fucking with my money, then he gotta go
Lil bitch, im a runner, I stay on the road
Nigga fuck Billy, son Shine’s the goat
Get to this money is all that I know
What you need? Bet I got it in the low-low
Pack touchdown, do my dance, imma showboat
Call me Santa always keep around three ho’s
Got a white bitch sipping lean out the Hydro
How low can you go? Baby limbo
Girls in girls, room looking like a rainbow
(That pussy was bomb, C4)
Too much drip, he gon need a fucking raincoat
ATF tryna hit me with a R.I.C.O
Gang unit tripping, cause I’m always throwing C-Notes
Keep quiet, cause this shit could get lethal
Niggas getting left, cause they wanna play a hero
Now the cops mad, tryna find Nemo, huh
Me and my niggas still catching them flights
We don’t even stay in the city
All went Vegas to chill with some titties
All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t fucking with me
I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi
I hopped on the flight extra late
My niggas had came in the city
TSA they just be bugging
He tryna land with the pillies
I run it up
Don’t you go ask bout the drink in my cup
Think you can top me you shit outta luck
I think I’m giannis I might gotta buck
We in the cities come hop in the truck
All typa bitties, we don’t give a fuck
About any you niggas, we up it and bust it
These bitches tripping, don’t come ring my buzzer
When you just been drinking, and sloppy and fucking
I just been creeping and lurking and hunting
Hoping I catch me a nigga for something
I was just hiding away in shadows, I’m waiting for him to walk up, lemme dump him
I’m waiting for him just to notice or something
Shit get too crazy, you might have to jump in
No Patric Swazi, cause we some outsiders and my homie sliding, and ready to up it
Fuck is you talkin’ bout? I put the team on my back
I can see straight through the glass
I had to run it up, cause they want me to slack
Don’t even trip about it, and you better man up, and don’t bitch about it, yeah we don’t gotta talk if you really ‘bout it, yeah I tell him run up if he really ‘bout it, yeah
Me and my niggas still catching them flights
We don’t even stay in the city
All went Vegas to chill with some titties
All in the section with 100s and 50s, you ain’t fucking with me
I’m auto, no semi, Ain’t God, I’m a demi
I hopped on the flight extra late
My niggas had came in the city
TSA they just be bugging
He tryna land with the pillies
