Book A Flight ft. Hxndsxght & June Dewayne Lyrics

Book me a flight fin go to the valley

He try steal my drip

Better go play in traffic

I been having sauce

I forgot that I had it

Knee deep in that pussy

It stretch like elastic

See me smoking a swisher

Might be a disaster

Getting tax free money

Like was a pastor

I'm high in the air man

I feel like Aladdin

I rolled up a wood

And You know I won't pass

And that bitch tweaked out

On my main thing

I be up at the top where the space be

Ain't no pocket money

Gonna change me

And these f**k n****s gone see me

Like HD

Hoes they be flocking

Like I'm going main stream

I know that boy

He sweet like a pastry

You know I'm start just like Macy's

And this new pape

Make me dance Like the 80s

She say that I'm number 1

Just like McGrady

I pour up the lean

Shit slow like gravy

Cut that b***h off

I don't like what she say

So many hoes look like a parade

I'm only five eight

Feel like Andre The Great

B***h I'm dead fresh

Like I rose out the grave

B***h I'm so high

I woke up in space

Took a sip out the bottle

I'm buzzed off the taste

I ain't f****n with randoms

Got plenty of vibes

I was finna pour up

But I ran out of lines

I got one on the side

Serving beans while I drive

Then run back to the stu

Cooking up like a pie

Aye now she wanna get greedy

And go on vacation

They want the sauce

It ain't free like a Mason

Time to go roll up some tree

Man I face it

I left that b***h in the past

She was basic

Seeing numbers and shapes

Like I'm in the matrix

Keep a hoe on ice

I ain't never gone save her

I'm making bread just like a baker

I'm blowing weed

Just like I'm Jamaican

I get to the loaf

I don't make time for Caking

She want me to cuff

She better keep waiting

I faced me a wood

Got me high like a spaceship

This real exotic

You smell it you taste it

Let's get some money

Need your information

I took a flight to LA like Laker

That's bitch delusional

Cuz we not we dating

She try to hit up my line

Tell her save it

Ain't no touchin my cup

I got lean on the rocks

And that shit coat to much

I ain't spilling a drop

And that man he a goofy

He cuffed up a Thot

I ain't changing a thing

But I know Ima pop

Lay that hoe on the floor

Just like she was a cot

So much drip when I step

Leave a trail when I walk

If you smoking that Za

Then I know you gone cough

If you buggin

Then bro gone spray you

Like off

Bro still broke it ain't even his fault

Ran through 28 grams

Feeling like Marshall Faulk

And this wood still punching

It caught an assault

And this bitch still bussin

Ain't taking no calls

Roll me a wood

That bitch look like a log

We smoked the whole thing

Now she bout take it off

Hoe this some weed

Not a Mr.Fog

I get the bag like I'm Estabon

Yeah