Yeah, Yeah It's all good It's already i Yeah, it's already understood Ain't nothin Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse
Uh yea fool and you cant do a thing about it bitches know the planes got it yea you want to live in a house don't want grass to grow your homeboys
Yeah And Where.. Haven't.. We.. Been yet Uh They look up the Jets You can't stop the planes Nigga you can't do a thang Verse: Uh machete sharp My dream
' smoke so G's gon' get highed up Fuck all that shit you talk, you ain't got no Byzantine chain, Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes bitches tangled in my slang - pilot
Hey yo, oh A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish Kill these
[And you could tell From distance trynna figure The reals say I'm But I'm still And you could tell] [Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]
Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga, Everybody around this bitch got money, We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up [VERSE 1] Hollow a mountain
[Intro] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Still got visions of the rooftop." As do I, George, Jets and Jefferson Deluxe apartment in the sky, Niggas can't downplay me baby I'm too high Pilots
Yea, and this is what I do yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights ? seen him till you seen him, jet life yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
[Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin
Curren$y: yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes i'm anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine. Maco
this is revenge like when them Russians caught us all on with the red light no bullets just pens no machine guns just machined up rims yea I let me fitted
(feat. Trademark, Young Roddy) [Trademark] It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up My
[Intro:] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1:] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
(Chorus) So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb, Down on that side of town, back where no funs around. Back where I felt like me and everything
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool) What it was What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang) She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding
whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble you were cool ten years ago, your fucking