[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Usually don't talk a lot, man
I like to let shit just ride out
Fly Society
Where haven't we been yet?
Shout out to the homeboys [?]
Higher Than 30,000 Feet

[Verse]
I'm so fresh to death with it
I been considering trading in my Bentley and driving a hearse
I'm high til it hurt, I'm higher than a hooker's skirt
Higher than the price of work in a drought
Lames don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But I'ma break it down for 'em real quick
Let me bring 'em back like a package that don't fit
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, call him Kool Aid mix, wait hold on
Make that Kid Crayola
So many colors in my diamonds and my clothes, bruh
Not sure what you heard, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
Magnolia Slim, I'ma hold it down for ya, told ya
Way back in thе G these munchkins wasn't half the man as mе
Though back in the game I was running with Master P
Now it's all Fly Society, they'll never get it out of me
[Chorus]
We see through sucka n***as, they straight garbage
Look what they smoking, look what they driving
Look what we blowing, look how we riding
Bitches wanna roll with us 'cause they know the planes got it
We see through sucka n***as, they straight garbage
Look what they smoking, look what they driving
Look what we blowing, look how we riding
Bitches wanna roll with us 'cause they know the planes got it

[Verse 2]
Call me Hot Spitta killa with the rap man
Fucking with me heavy eating pellets like Pac-Man
Well-dressed, cashmere sweater, grey slack man
Louie V belt, leave room for my gat man
Don't let my appearance create any interfering
Just because I'm dressed in preppy that don't mean I won't get ig'nant
I got some goons with me, you want it, you could get it
That 9 milli rip through your durag and fitted
So fast when they spitting, you feel 'em before you hear 'em
Feel a punch when they hittin', have your Range Roevr flippin'
Over Hot Spitta, Fly N***a, yeah that's what they say about me
House, cars, jewelry, couple things that the game got me
Go through any hood and ask all the bitches 'bout me
Old school Chevy with the fine tuned engine
They say that n***a heavy when he come to his riches
He's loved by them hoes but he's hated by them n***as, n***as, n***as
[Chorus]
We see through sucka n***as, they straight garbage
Look what they smoking, look what they driving
Look what we blowing, look how we riding
Bitches wanna roll with us 'cause they know the planes got it
We see through sucka n***as, they straight garbage
Look what they smoking, look what they driving
Look what we blowing, look how we riding
Bitches wanna roll with us 'cause they know the planes got it

[Outro]
Bitches wanna roll with us 'cause they know the planes got it
Bitches wanna smoke with us 'cause they know the planes got it
Them n***as hate on us 'cause they know the planes got it
I tell them pussy motherfuckers "You know"
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
Fly Society