Flight2 Video (MV)

All of this mof*ckin' guap can't fit in my pants
I forgot to bring my Glock, but you still got your hands
I'm on a mof*ckin' flight, can't wait till I land
I'm on a mof*ckin' flight on the way to Japan
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I call these niggas on vegetables cause they can't stand me
If I can't shoot at that boy then I shoot at his family
I'm shootin' these kids inside, tell her take a plan B
I took a Xanny, goodnight, I'm sorry
Can't f*ck with her, that bitch is boring
I just had told your bitch, I'm horny
Sucked up my dick all through the morning
I said my bars, straight out the pot
Your nigga not hard, and bitch, you not hot
I'm dive in that hoe like Octonauts
Bitch, you gon' drop that lo or not
I'm all in my zone, he gone, he not
Laugh at that mof*ckin' hoe, hee-ha
All of y'all niggas, y'all fold for thots
All of my niggas, they fold the opps
I'm makin' them bleed, I'm makin' them clot
I'm rollin this weed, like Autobots
What's up with your three, he done got got
She asked if I cheat, don't know why she shocked
She tryna be things that we cannot be
I'm off of a cart, I pop me a bean
I roll like its art, then sip on some lean
I got on Chrome Hearts, I mix with Celine
That bitch is a farce, that bitch is a fiend
She said that lovin' on me was her dream
He dead, I hit him with shots like Kareem
I left that f*ck nigga right on the scene
I'm gettin' money, the f*ck do you mean
I'm sippin' on wok, he sippin' on green
He thinkin' we friends, where do I begin
Left him with a tag like purple jeans

All of this mof*ckin' guap can't fit in my pants
All of this mof*ckin' guap can't fit in my
All of this mof*ckin' guap can't fit in my pants

(Treetime)