Fly Like a Plane

Got a bad bitch, got a lot of ass This that new new school, so I get a pass Long as the kick knock, and the hats fast Ain't no one gonna give a shit if my lyrics half-assed Nigga, fuck the greats, what do they know I got a fuckin' Lamborghini in my video So if you heard some rap, and you heard some things Go head and spit that shit back, nobody's listening Just rolled up to this party got these bitches on the molly Sippin' on Barcardi and we're hardly gettin' started I am rich like a bitch, got these bottles and these models Bragging bout my Swisher Sweets but they only cost like a dollar I got too much chips! Where's the salsa You came up in the club with your girl but now she a goner In the cut, yo, feeling hella alive I am so dope nigga schedule five I'm hot like heat, I'm the shit but I don't smell I'm a hard nigga fourteen on the Moh's scale That's just the verse I know nobody gives a fuck but yo I Know you know the chorus so just put your hands up and say I'm Fly! I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name That's the hook yeah, I know you're feeling that Poppin like my AK when I peel it back Lookin' at a nigga with my finger on the trigger But you've never touched a gun Doesn't matter! Yeah I figured! Yeah the roof is on fire, you're a fool I don't try Poppin pussy, pop a E pill, then I watch it transpire Get it? I'm sweatin, I'm bettin', the reference Just went like way over your head, yeah I'm that condescending When you write your own life, you're always in for the big win I sold a dime bag once, I'm a kingpin And fuck all my haters! Yeah I got some Even though this is the lead single off my debut album Yeah I'm eatin niggas, lunchtime Imma take a pause, punchline Fans be eating up, dumb rhymes Don't bore us get to the chorus don't piss your pants 'cause it's come time, and I'm fly! I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name I'm Fly Like a Plane, I got no shame Don't got a single original line to my name Fly Like a Plane, that's aviation And when you hear this shit I hope you fucking change the station Nothing wrong with turning up, don't worry you can leave the bass in But I be like BRUH with these lyrics we've been hearing lately Low effort, no effort, cornball shit that you'll wanna fucking go deaf for And you producers be no better, same hat and a kick since November Say you're on your grind, like you're a go-getter, but you got 9 dudes penning your letters Tryna stand with the King like Coretta, but you're never gonna stand toe to toe, never! Chill it out, let it breathe Just killed the track, the beat's bereaved Long as you're buying, they gon' keep on selling Shit, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' continue with the penning Hold up I still had some left, kid Run up on your home, while you're there all alone Put the motherfuckin chrome to your motherfuckin dome Compare myself to Chapo, or maybe Al Capone And make sure you don't forget to drop your voice real low I got that lean, promethazine, just not sure why I need two cups Drop some illuminati just to get my views up The world is sleeping on me, who cares, they're all losers These niggas can not see me 'specially when I'm auto-tuned up One of these days Imma get my shine MMXV triple-I is mine Is it really a crime, if when I rhyme I gotta do a little reach to fit the words inbeetwine? All these fire ass lines? Stay on the bench It don't make dollars then in don't make sense Got benefits with friends, in my drop top Benz Got ladies in my Mercedes and they swallowing my babies Dick so long that she thought it'd never end And my money long too, yeah you know this shit is true Siamese if you please check the steez real nigga what up And I ain't talkin' knife attacks when I tell you I cut her Got good brain, something bout college Y'all shit stains, then I rhyme that shit with knowledge ...Hol up, where da beat go? Do you believe in life after love?