Plane Lyrics

Oh wow (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)

Yea, why?

Do I see so many faces in the sky

And I just found my place I know I'll be fine

Yea I eat that bitch up yea I dine

Staying on top no I won't fall behind

Yea I know I'll be just fine

I just seen the future I know that shit mine

If you want to glow up got to give it some time

Everywhere I be they staring I shine

Leave that boy red yea just like some Heinz

I just popped a Xan 'cause I said like "Fuck it"

Shooting like Parker I'm hitting the bucket

And you know you don't want to run up on me

'Cause you know that I'm motherfucking tucking

Lately been feeling insane

I been so high I feel like I'm on another plane

When you got to travel like this it ain't no whip

Yea you know that I'm up on a plane

When I just order my food I get me some sauce

Yea you know I can't do that shit plain

I just met this hoe she pissed me off

Yea I might just play her

Yes with these hoes I'm player

When it come to that real shit no I'm not playing

Yes I got racks so you know that I'm paying

They holding a sign whenever I land

Bitch I'm on a plane I'm on the way to Japan

Everybody hating, envious I don't understand

Yea nobody ever held my hand

I had to do this shit on my own yea I had to be the man

Yes I just got to go run it the fuck up

You know that I got me a plan

Yes I do this everyday, going so crazy

All my mind do expand

Z06 going so fast (Skrt)

Yes I'm just stepping on necks

Doing 200, no I'm not letting off the gas

I'm in a car right now with this bitch yea and she got a fat ass

This shit I'm rolling up right now it cost a lot

No I'm not passing

Yea we got them sticks we doing damage

I remember I was down bad now that shit some past tense

All these people fake, fake as fuck, like some plastic

I'm just in the stu' like everyday, I'm making classics

If you need some drugs I got some shit up in my basket

Ima do this 'till I die, 'till I'm in my casket

You trying to stretch you bands but your money ain't elastic

I had this shit the hard way, now I'm making magic

Making money I don't got no job

Just doing me I been making some songs

Give it my soul I give it my all

I feel like I can't do no wrong

I just hopped on a plane bruh

I'm too high and that's saying some

Talk yo' shit and I'm spraying some

This shit too easy like a layup