I'm Flyin'

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flying (I'm sitting on Mars with the stars nigga) (Flying high) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Squad, Squad) [Hook] Fucking with a real nigga My face card So A.1 Don’t try ‘em Sitting on cloud nine I’m so high No lie I’m flyin' They know we them real niggas My face card So A.1 Don’t try ‘em Sitting on cloud nine I’m so high Take off I’m flyin' [Verse 1: Dae Dae] (Squad, Squad) I’m on my fly shit Counting tons of cash (Too much) Swear to god man I’m running out of duffle bags (I need some more) I fuck with arrogant twin towers still standing Throwing stacks of my money keep these hoes doing the rain dance And Dae Dae still the fucking man Fuck you saying? Niggas in the little league still pitching under hand Guess I’m swagged up And my block on Gucci belt diamonds same color popcorn [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Wooh Da Kid Be fucking off my face card They like you can fuck my girl like I’m BasedGod Sitting on cloud nine turned up 100 blunts back to back got me burnt up Flying past them haters in my two seater Black nigga, black chain, black wife beater Kid got a nigga right, me and Dae Dae Ain’t shit free, on DG pay me [Hook] [Verse 3: Sy Ari Da Kid] Bitch I’m flying high as fuck, I don’t even smoke Catching big fish, I might need a boat In my driveway is where your girl car be Cut the cameras you ain’t finna World Star me I’m a true dude I make the crew move Why your YouTube only got 2 views? We ain't dropping bitches off tell her call a cab Last nigga ran up on me, wanted an autograph [Verse 4: RiFF RAFF] Rap game Peyton Manning Indianapolis Colts Running keys through Jamaica, Usain Bolt I can sip syrup in the underworld I can pour a deuce in a Thunderbird Seats crocodile with the cheetah pattern Watching Family Matters eating shrimp fajita platters Johnny hates jazz, shattered dreams Might touchdown in your city like a football team [Hook] [Verse 5: Sean Teezy] What’s real? I’ma tell you real I do me fuck how you feel Getting high shit, I might as well Nigga lie to yourself only time will tell Don’t see me nigga learn Braille The Loudest niggas turn frail Young niggas that’ll burn shells turn a fat kid into slim Kel I am legend Headache with no Excedrin Leaving the club at five got to be up by seven I’m praying to heaven we don’t end up like 9/11 I’m teching tagging these bitches Pass one straight to my brethren [Verse 6: Bambino Gold] Bambino I’m a real king I’ve got new weave Robin blue jeans I’m with the money team Late at night I see dead people I'm like a money zombie rubber band hundreds Comma, comma, comma Bankrolls after bankrolls I keep running through rubber bands I need more Just ran through 100 P’s nigga ain’t nothing slow (100 Pounds) I’m on a low money high nigga I’m never sober [Hook]