Falcon 9 ft. Leash Da BEAAST, K-Bliss, V.I.Z., Shalette & Di Royalty Lyrics

Getting to the bag got to

Run it up

I got to get to the bag

Got to

Got to get to the bag

Got to

I'm getting to it

I'm running to it

On my way to get the bag

Run it up

I got to count it up ay

Move to the groove

Stay on the course

That's what a boss do

No lost moves

Check every mate who ever crossed you

All tools ain't quite there

Couple of lost screws

Too many change colors and leave

Just like the fall do

Give it my all

Never fumble the ball

Gripping digits and keys to businesses and foreign cars

Celebrate with menages

Getting Swedish massages

To flying private in a falcon on an island

What's the cost to floss

What you really want

Is the finer things

Don't waste time on the minor things

Designer things

My brand what they desiring

Fitting to dance with the devil

How much a soul cost

The allure of rocking the finest galore lured us

In with the mirage of riches

Honestly I want to dive in the finest R&B bitches

However for the dough I stalk homes like Denver

It's whatever

Picture life in a movie frame

Smiles in your face but everybody fake

Seeing through the nonsense like an X-Ray

Trying to claim a role

Acting on a stage

The world want a show

And we are the play

Nobody can write me off

When this is my story

I'm aiming for glory

The golden one

You cannot ignore me

Flying high from state to state

Island vibes with my shorty

Militant energy with the Mobb

It gets gory

Roost at the end of the dawning

Keep a tunnel view of the bag and be all in

All of my friends with me

Run up a check with me

Yeah yeah

Roost at the end of the dawning

Keep a tunnel view of the bag and be all in

All of my friends with me

Making endless ends with me

Yea yea

Pinky and the Brain back at it again

Nothing new when it comes to the mission

Taking over the airwaves

Constant flavor in your ear

No Craig just macking

Return of the mack

Watch your back heat packing

Sharpshooter with the verbs

Beaauty and the Beaast mob these streets

Pockets always deep

Running up the bill

Made to kill

Fashion stay ill

Posse on Broadway

Leave your jaw hung flawless

Move to the groove

Stay on the course

That's what a boss do

No lost moves

Check every mate who ever crossed you

All tools ain't quite there

Couple of lost screws

Too many change colors and leave

Just like the fall do

Give it my all

Never fumble the ball

Gripping digits and keys to businesses and foreign cars

Celebrate with menages

Getting Swedish massages

To flying private in a falcon on an island

Elevate the stakes

Play to deal

Sage in the air

We clearing the playing field

Can't tear us down

Black queen so colossus

My roar's like a lion

The rise of a Goddess

Cost to being a boss

Never taking a loss

If they say we got the juice

We always carry the sauce

Third eye lifted

BEAAST MOBB gifted

Manifesting what we deserve

Energy shifted