| Fly fly* |
| The best position of my life |
| My future looking bright |
| And Gucci’s on my face but I’m not blinded by the light |
| I’m out here in grind mode |
| I’m out here in grind mode |
| Yeah, ain’t had no pot to piss in |
| Now I’m on yachts with bitches |
| My flow is not the sickest |
| You niggas common senseless |
| We at the round table politicing |
| Like F.A.B we R.I.P our competition |
| No opposition, just a flock of bitches |
| The roof crack, the trunk open they saw our vision |
| Bright lights had our eyes itching |
| She not tripping she just want to take flight with ya |
| Clear off my runway |
| I’m bout to catch flight |
| Clouds on my freeway |
| I’m a coast my kite |
| So tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly) |
| And I took it (fly fly fly) |
| It’s weather in the sky |
| For one it never shook me (fly fly fly) |
| The captain of my plane so I gotta dip it |
| How could you see my eyes tell me if you see my vision |
| While my nigga, didn’t lie |
| The weathers in the grave |
| I feel like it’s my duty my nigga to spread my wings |
| And all I do is fly and fly away |
| One day I hope you gon all, fly away |
| Yeah, Perire sippin' |
| Benz drop dippin' |
| Real fly crippin' nigga |
| All money business nigga |
| Cross country trippin' nigga |
| First class sittin' nigga |
| When I touch down it’s like a 5 grand interest nigga |
| You know what I’m into nigga |
| Money and expensive bitches |
| Fuck them on expensive leather |
| Than put on expensive denim |
| 5 stacks in each pocket |
| What you niggas know about it |
| I stay on that shit that make your bitch act a hoe around me |