Spaceships and Fighterjets ft. Kalifornia Jones Lyrics

I said nyce send me a beat

He emailed me a canvas

And my paint brush is still brandished

I see niggas losing hunger

I'm still famished

In 09 we dropped get you outta here

And they still vanished

My side chick is from Spain and speak real Spanish

When you gone let me fuck miss Parker

The real Candace

I'm faking it until I make it

These ain't real antics

Get hit from the front and the back

A get killed sandwich

One foot in

One foot out

And I'm Still balanced

Back quarterback

Like Dak

Yea I'm still scrambling

Bet against me?

Boy you still gambling

Mgm grand

Top floor

Bet if all

Parlay

On the top scorer

If you ain't tryna hit

What you shot for

You say you wanna make it

What you stop for

Stop worrying about business that's not yours

I'm here to fuck the whole game up

Make um drop drawers

Been having drive so long until the brakes bled

Then Take flight on a spaceship from Bankhead

I play fetch the bag some canines like to play dead

Doggie bags full of hush money to hush puppies street cred

Alias dairrius so you know it's all love Jones

That black dyno with the mags chrome

Used to get more back n forth than Jenny Jones

Sneaking getting overblown…til like a windy picnic my cover blown…

Hoping curren$y notice his fighter jet missing

Right here fitting the description

Consistently so non resistant you could barely catch me slipping

Never say never before niggas go out they way to make it a mission

We the flyest I admit it

So sick should be admitted

We the flyest I admit it

So sick should be admitted