Kite

[Intro]
Ayy (Damn OB)
Ayy, woah

[Chorus]
Put a nigga up in the sky like a kite (Ayy)
Trying to send a message to a nigga, that's a kite (Ayy)
It just coming off the top, I ain't even gotta write
If I fuck the bitch once, I could fuck the bitch twice (Ayy, ayy)
If I fuck the bitch once, I could fuck the bitch twice (Ayy, yeah)
3.5 and I'm smoking out the fronto (Shh)
Shooters all paid, they smoke a nigga pronto
Three-point stance got the bitch on high toe
Four like guard make the bitch hit a high note (Bitch)
Wanna fuck with a cutthroat?
Pull up in a car that make a nigga want cut throat (Skrrt, skrrt)
Make that boy slit his wrist
Keep on talking my shit 'til a nigga get rich

[Verse 1]
They be like they know who it is, but they really don't know you
Known around the globe, boy I rеally ain't local
I don't trust bitches 'cause I really ain't hopеful
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause I really ain't social
I change a nigga ass like a clerk and then smoke you
I hold it, he folded, we ain't playing poker (Ain't playing no poker)
Pop out surprise with a piece, I ain't Noble
Put a fuck nigga in a box going postal (In a box)
Ayy, put a nigga up in the sky on a flight
Don't try to send a message to a nigga, I don't type
If I want that boy gone, they gon' take a nigga life (Damn OB)
He talk like he tough, he got some nerve
Lean in my purp, but the nigga ain't say one word
I ain't gotta worry 'cause the clip on the gun curve
Hit mama boy with that heat, get a sunburn
Hit a nigga ass with that Glock make his skin burn (Ayy)
Told 'em not to play around five (Ayy), but he didn't learn (Shh, what?)
She want to fuck, but that really ain't my concern
Make a bitch work for the dick, she a intern
Ayy, ayy, make a bitch work for the dick, she a intern
Shooter pull up hitting out the van look like Big Worm (Bah-bah)
Boyz n the Hood like that nigga Laurence Fishburne
Make a nigga head disappear, that's a hat trick
Three hunnid black out (Pop-pop), put you on a blacklist (Brrt)
Pull around, and then backed out so damn fast (Skrrt)
They be like, "How he do that?"
Thought my car did a backflip (Hahaha)
Ayy, yup (Damn OB)
Wam, ayy

[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm swerving, ain't doing the limit
If 12 get behind me, I'm losing them bitches
I'm starting to feel like I ain't lose in a minute
And since I got out, I'm maneuvering different
Like fuck one, I need two of them bitches
Not just one, kill a few of them niggas
This bitch love me so much, she come to my crib and start cleaning, I look up she doing the dishes (Haha)
Why you rapping, yeah they be so different
Let a rat nigga get in yo' bidness (Uh)
Get locked up on the rico conviction
That's what happen when you posting with snitches (That's what happen)
He a gangster, he turned to a witness
You was killer, you turned to a bitch
See the opps and you posted up switches
I don't feel it, that boy ain't on shit
Ayy (Haha)

[Chorus]
Put a nigga up in the sky like a kite (Put a nigga up)
Trying to send a message to a nigga, that's a kite
It just coming off the top (Ayy), I ain't even gotta write (Ayy)
If I fuck the bitch once, I could fuck the bitch twice (Twice)
If I fuck the bitch once, I could fuck the bitch twice (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
3.5 and I'm smoking out the fronto (Ayy)
Shooters all paid, they smoke a nigga pronto (Ayy)
Three-point stance got the bitch on high toe (Ayy, ayy)
Four like guard make the bitch hit a high note (Damn OB)
Wanna fuck with a cutthroat?
Pull up in a car that make a nigga want cut throat (Like shit)
Make that boy slit his wrist
Keep on talking my shit 'til a nigga get rich, uh