Flying Spirit
(专辑: This Thing Of Ours 2 - 2021)
They say "Danny, how you get it?" Told 'em "If you gotta ask me, motherfucker, you ain't with it" Lil' nigga, better give it, with no aura 'bout you Give a
fuck you on the
corner, selling water bottles This that rusty .38 at Grandma's place This Bolognese and cheese on New Years Eve Appetite for destruction, my sight see blood Just 'cause I
call you cuz' don't mean we blood It's that Bruiser Brigade, and it's fades on deck Give a
fuck what you playing, I'ma rep my set Yacht-Master Rolex, but I
ain't got no boat Know that bitch ain't my ho, but I
got that throat Got a
target on my back, yeah, my life in the
scope 'Cause my name ring bells everywhere I
go Bitch, we the
new mob, so slob on the
knob Only read rob reports in the
back of the
Saab I
kill shit in the
booth whenever the
mic's on You know my number, it stay the
same like Mike Jones Then I
wasn't hot, but now the
hoes all on me Not big as ever, and them niggas still on me Used to be friendly, now I
DoorDash Coney Watching Curse of Oak Island, hoping that they found treasure I
found peace and fucks with myself beyond measure You flying Spirit It only take a
knife to turn you to a
flying spirit Like Casper the
Ghost Me and Brown on Collards dumping blunts in the
Ghost I
got the
Tommy, he'll turn you right into ghost So who got the
power? And I'm patient Unlike party girls waiting for powder A
nigga like me'll have you waiting for hours 'Cause it's the
whitest snow My VVS' get a
whitest glow Sunday service, the
same place the
whiners go Slick nigga, used to dine and go Momma in my ear with that Q-Tip, now I
got rhymes to go Shit bumping like a
line of blow Tryna grow the
lemon cherry, I'm married to this designer smoke This shit deep as a
vagina go Deeper than the
mines in Minoto Deeper than the
audience on Oprah Deeper than the
bars I
wrote to MF DOOM, Accordion when I
was on the
sofa So if you see a
bitch with me, she a
dime one Niggas said they be in their bag, but it's a
broad one Niggas love to sit on their ass when they around one Everybody looking for cash, who finna find some? I'ma Jason come out his mask if I
was down some Knock his ass out, six seconds into the
round one Call of Duty, stockpile weapons until the
war come Whole world pushing my niggas into the
forefront Sometimes screenshots hurt, worse than the
real ones (The real ones) Move determined, Ruger German, my shooter purging My circle tight, like a
virgin (Like a
virgin) But listen, I
feel blessed, no regrets I
swear to God, it's hard to take pics, when you pose a
threat (When you pose a
threat) Money, power, and respect I
wanna play for the
Jets or the
Mets Instead, I
had to invest in pills, coke and crystal meth (Let me holla at you baby) When I
was twelve, we held L's (We held L's) Talked about what we did for a
living It turns out, we both do cells (We both do cells) She realized I'm funny, kept laughing and saying stop Well baby what do you call a
'ghini with the
top off, that's a
lamb chop (That's a
lamb chop) Told her about my guys from the
Sandlot Think we trained for cross country, the
way we land blocks Honey, run blocks, sirens and gun shots You only get one shot, to make this cream like sun block Baby your voice, is music to my ears, that's my jam It's a
lot of things I
ought to buy you, you know Bam Still keep money in a
rubber band This crossfire like my jeweler, a
member of the
Klan I'm single, but I'm a
wanted man, so tell your friend, scram, you got other plans (Other plans) Your ass put P
in period, I'm tryna sample your soul I'm just waiting on the
clearance Got dough like a
entrance In for meals like an infant 'Til the
judge read my sentence Read my sentence