Flyin‘ High

We bout to get it
Bout a silly
Mike and jelly
Mike and melly
Michael Jackson
Got her melting
Deekay City
We gone drop all the winnings
We go really
Dropped that bitch
Fuck spaghetti
I don't want no hoe I don’t need her so she gotta go
And I have to road back to the stu back in the flow
I'm working so hard I don't need that bitch
Cuz I got some more in the back
Cuz they need their kit
Uh, She need my Dick cuz she know that’s big
Dusty nigga for the key
Lot of niggas lottery
Yeah got her inside the brick, I'm a let em from to deside the reach
I'm gonna change the sound
One more bitch I'm the chef the break
I got 100 chains on you call the pressure
I got 40 with a Tree you know this is a passion
Not the money it's a runnin
Had a fight and piss the gunny
I'm not a 1 hit

Ballin' in the streets kyrie irving type shit (yuh)
I got the drip look at my fuckin' outfit, (ohh)
U can rule the world don’t give a fuck, (flex)
Ima fly high go to space cause people suck, (guap)
All the bitches the mad uhh they bad uhh
All i want is the paper give me the cash (uhh)
Smokin‘ hella cactus is a lot (uhh)
I’m still fucked up like travis scott (uhh)
With the mobb and sum baddies in the club, (what)
We lit, uhh, don't drink lean always double cup, (what?)
Don‘t have diamonds but i shine, (guap guap guap)
I deserve ice, uhh, look at the ice ice fine
Nowadays love be like gas don‘t give a fuck (yah)
Thick baddies all over my dick big butt (yah)
In my shows nothing but ragin‘ allowed (bih)
Scream loud deekay on the beat big crowd (yuh, yuh)