[Intro]
Ha, yeah (Yeah)
Jets
Fool
Pilot Talk, nigga (Pilot Talk, nigga)
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain't never gon run outta weed
Yeah
Look up
Ugh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp—that's what I'm talking bout
Ugh, closed-minded lil' children
I write my way to a million, looking out the plane windows
Fuck around, get popped like a collar
For slipping in my city, get bitten, chewed, swallowed, fool
What, you think you like me?
Your idol and your rival, I be—
Holding the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back, baby girl; let me get high, chick
Eagle droppings: fly shit—who gon' stop him?
On the grind, I am like a quarterback attacking
Defensive lineman—homie, who gon' block him?
Ha, yeah (Yeah)
Jets
Fool
Pilot Talk, nigga (Pilot Talk, nigga)
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain't never gon run outta weed
Yeah
Look up
Ugh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp—that's what I'm talking bout
Ugh, closed-minded lil' children
I write my way to a million, looking out the plane windows
Fuck around, get popped like a collar
For slipping in my city, get bitten, chewed, swallowed, fool
What, you think you like me?
Your idol and your rival, I be—
Holding the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back, baby girl; let me get high, chick
Eagle droppings: fly shit—who gon' stop him?
On the grind, I am like a quarterback attacking
Defensive lineman—homie, who gon' block him?
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