Fly Away (Outro) ft. G$kurr Lyrics

Let's get fucked up. G-Skurr, L.T.K.

Tried putting my mind to the test, but I bet you didn't know I was the best

I went from nothing to counting these checks

Bitches, they play me like I was some chess

Take off with a set for three, two, one

I'ma spark a blunt with my laser gun

Take it to the face because we on the run

If you causing a fuss, bitch, it won't be fun

So lower your voice when you speak to my team

Because we coming up with new technology

Make a few bands just to fix a machine

But shadow the sorrow with liquor and lean

We gon' do it on another planet

I'ma tell my people we in transit

I'ma leave my thumbprint on the city

But all these bitches tell me I'm too trippy

Floating down the highway

Fifth gear, going sideways

Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away

Now I'm getting hiccups

That'll be the liquor

Thinking I can trust these hoes

It only makes me sicker, man

We back recording shit

Sporty like my foreign bitch

We on a astronomical wave

Getting my way, you misfortunate

Tell me how the fuck do you afford shit

You a broke boy

Yeah, you ain't really doing shit

All you do is sit at home and talk shit

All that shit is toxic

You know I ain't running with no fake ones

Watch out for them snake ones

They always just sitting and plotting and scheming

They trying to dismantle my plans for no reason

You need to wake up cause you're too busy dreaming

I'm all for the dreaming

Just makes you keep on doing the shit that you love

Follow the guidance above

And no, I'm not perfect

But I know I'm worth it like Jaden when push comes to shove I'm just

Floating down the highway

Fifth gear, going sideways

Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away

Now I'm getting hiccups

That'll be the liquor

Thinking I can trust these hoes

It only makes me sicker, man

Floating down the highway

Fifth gear, going sideways

Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away

Now I'm getting hiccups

That'll be the liquor

Thinking I can trust these hoes

It only makes me sicker, man

We gon' do it on another planet

I'ma tell my people we in transit

We gon' do it on another planet

I'ma tell my people we in transit

Floating down the highway

Fifth gear, going sideways

Smoking on this bag of blue cooks I'm 'bout to fly away

Now I'm getting hiccups

That'll be the liquor

Thinking I can trust these hoes

It only makes me sicker, man