Lyrics:
the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
if
fuk'n wicked man
If you need your fix, you know where to go
Get on the phone to Benny Blanco
He doesn't mind, even when he's with a whore
He's
changing their attitude
I been up like altitudes
Fly like planes no parachutes
Switching my moves like I switched shoes
Talking bout shooting they thinking
but I done some things
Last week made like 10k, reckless life I ain’t got no safe
Bitch! Do not talk if you don’t hop on your own plane
Bitch! Hold
the pause start (paws start)
To make a hallmark need a crowbar and Hang em by the M of the Walmart make it wall art
Cause I feel just like flight eleven cause
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
not Givenchy
I wrote my pain and sent it off I'm hoping you would hear it
This Nike fit by Jerry unless it's god then I don't fear him
Just gave that
you doing here?
Better have you degrees, masters!"
Thinking that I go nowhere
But I don't wanna be no one
Been working like a Trojan, man!
I know,
wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane
Feeling kinda strange now
Coursing through my veins now
Bullet to the brain (grah)
This beat made by Kayne
I'm so fly I need a plane
I'm so high I
I'll take a bad bitch and put her on game
I'll take a rapper and call him by name
Just to show Yall we ain't talking the same
I'm high as hell, hiding
Don't bow my head Because i am grace
Stack my bread Make my plate
I rely on the facts I don't walk by faith
And its all on me so i got to make a way
about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man
They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight
blast
Talkin' that shit? We beat your ass
You wanna talk, but don't got class
Countin' my money, I watch it add
Up in the bank and it never go down
Hopping off my plane, finna grab my bag
Running on my main, 'bout to jump in the cab
She always be late, and she saying she trying to drive fast
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
a place you go, if you not a christian
it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition
It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
I don't see
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