Criiipa - Mad Flights Lyrics

Aaah, let me take a breathe
You know sometimes I look around
Just wanna get the f*ck out of town
The f*ck off the ground
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Get the 2 pack and roll em both fast as roller coast
Passing round some potent dope, see the Holy Ghost
Passing out on the floor, think I'm comatose
Know that I wont overdose but I cut it close
Baby this ain't what ya want, this ain't what ya want
Blazing up the funk, stanky as a skunk
Hit a couple times and now I'm laying in a slump
Rather bake the dank instead of hanging with you punks
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
If you wanna come meet me at the terminal
Tryna put it right up in you like a journal
Nigga's lost in the sauce don't know where to go
I don't either but I know I'm going vertical
Feeling that the Mary give is incomparable
Blazing up the berry til it's barely bearable
Bet that shit you tearing open prolly terrible
Just for soloing and all my shit is rare and sharable
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
You already know what it is baby
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
Nigga gotta stay high in the sky
Mad flights, mad flights, taking mad flights
And you know I ain't smoking no bullshit
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right
I'm kind of picky when it comes to my sticky so know my
Gas right, pack tight, baby that's right