I'm probably 30,000 feet in the air right now
Big blunt smoking
I look to my left, my brother sleep
I look to my right, it's Unkle T
I see Gudda up front, with his head phones on
Probably listening to "Sweet Jones"
The sweet sounds of sweet home
And me, I'm just
Uhhh
Ready to land
I touch down, Louis V in my hand
Couple sticks and drums like the Jackson state band
Light vacation
New hoes I'm chasing
Turks and Caicos
We can go where drake goes
Currency exchange got dollars and pesos
Now anywhere I go, make sure the whole place closed
Couple black hoes, couples mixed raced hoes
"It is what it is" like the cam and mase show
Good morning darling, breakfast is ready
Kush and orange juice
Got, biscuits and jelly
Ha
I'm rolling up 'til my fingers sore
Now I'ma smoke a pound 'til I fucking need some more
Niggas better keep the score
I just scored 2, now I'ma go for four
Mr Moore / young Carter for short
Been poppin' since the start
Like I was born on the fourth
And been leaping on these bitches
Since I jumped off the porch
New foreign darling, I jet when I'm ready
On ya mark get set, now Twizzy get petty
Balenciaga shoes, I used to walk like Nelly
No air forces, just a jet to Paris
I'm getting star bucks and the bag is venti
The swag is OD, to hoes I'm tempting
I'm into ownership not renting
Don't mind me I'm on this jet, just venting, I'm just...
Ready to land
Louis V in my hand
Couple sticks and drums like the Jackson state band
Light vacation
New hoes I'm chasing
Turks and Caicos
We can go where drake goes
Currency exchange got dollars and pesos
Now anywhere I go, make sure the whole place closed
Couple black hoes, couples mixed raced hoes
"It is what it is" like the cam and mase show
Fresh off the jet I land
Walk in wit blunt in hand
Use to be gun hand
A couple drums no band
From the bottom we tax niggas like Uncle Sam
I tell em get em, they got em
I bet they kno I am
Who think they harder then we?
I leave ya heart by ya feet
I made her walk from the east
I told her talking is cheap
See you could give it to twist
Or you give it to Lee
Ain't gotta give it to me
I hit my limit this week
Shit hopping out the coupe in beach shoes
Street dude
Anywhere on earth I could reach you
Delete you
My bitch like like to twerk for the preview
I need 2
I'm bagging up the work, till the streets glued
I'm gone
