Far Away ft. Prince Lyrics

Can you take me far away (Away)

Tell me what it takes

And I go so high (Tadadada)

My feet don't touch the grown

Hmm hmm

Woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They told me just do it like Nike (Hell yea)

Pull up dripped out like a hypebeast (Drip)

I'm at the top of my craft

And your girlfriend came over and ate my nuggets like a 5 piece (Hell yea)

Look at the time piece

Richard Millie with a dime piece

Keep a milly and a nine piece

Bitch come and find me (What)

I keep a weapon right beside me

Homie I dare you to try me (Braap)

I got the juice (Pow)

Me and my shootas stay armed and dangerous (Braap)

Give me the loot (Pow)

We going sicko you really can't fuck with us (Hell na)

Hoped out the coupe (Skrt)

Lil homie don't know me you really can't bang with us (Hell na)

Groupies gon group (Yuh)

I'm sorry yo momma said she wanna lay with us

Chea

Yuh

Come here lil mama I know that you fucking with angel dust

I do not play no games lil bitch, no this aint no Toys r us

We gon pull up with a stick we don't miss

Yeah, you know we gon let it bust (Grr)

Look at these diamonds on my wrist bitch (What

This shit will never go rust (Whoa what)

Look at the drip on my body (Look at me)

Used to be broke, now I got hella money (On God)

Smoked hella dope, now I feel like Bob Marley (Whew)

No, I don't need no scope when I shoot somebody (Bap)

She gon deep throat that bitch so nasty (What)

Double xl in her pussy

No I aint talking about Rico Nasty, omg she nasty

Before I roll it up I press the gas (Skrt)

Ain't no running when we shoot bitch we on your ass (Pow)

Me n Chappy on the dash we looking' for some cash (What)

Knock his thoughts on his brain when them bullets came too fast (Pow pow)

Put that bitch out you can hit up wit the glock

If I call up chappy we icin' niggas like they hot (On God)

Icin' all these haters cus they thought they hot (Yuh)

I want all the smoke ima turn you into a dust (Yuh)

Making all this stains now I squeeze it at your top

Keep stampin' on my rap Like I'm the Dababy wit the bop

Aye

Hit em with the left and right my knuckles getting cut (Oh woah)

I don't need to shoot these niggas

So I kept my blicky tucked (Hell na)

Pussy boy he thought he gangsta

When he see me he gon run (Pussy)

He gets money from his mommy

I get money just for fun (On God)

She gets wet like a tsunami

Hit it once then I'm gon run (Woah)

She likes the way I get these shmoney

Now she thinks that I'm the one (Sike)

Lil Shawty she a eater

She gon eat my dick for lunch (Ho)

No glizzy but my hotdog stuck in her buns (Ha)