I’m Flyin’ lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid (Dae Dae Dunkin)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm flying
(I'm sitting on Mars with the stars n*gga) (Flying high)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Squad, Squad)

[Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid]
f*cking with a real n*gga, my face card
So A.1, don’t try ‘em
Sitting on cloud nine, I’m so high
No lie, I’m flyin'
They know we them real n*ggas
My face card
So A.1, don’t try ‘em
Sitting on cloud nine, I’m so high
Take off, I’m flyin'

[Verse 1: Dae Dae Dunkin]
(Squad, Squad)
I’m on my fly sh*t
Counting tons of cash (Too much)
Swear to god man I’m running out of duffle bags (I need some more)
I f*ck with arrogant twin towers still standing
Throwing stacks of my money keep these hoes doing the rain dance
And Dae Dae still the f*cking man
f*ck you saying?
n*ggas in the little league still pitching under hand
Guess I’m swagged up, and my block on
Gucci belt diamonds same color popcorn
[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
Wooh Da Kid
Be f*cking off my face card
They like you can f*ck my girl like I’m BasedGod
Sitting on cloud nine turned up
100 blunts back to back got me burnt up
Flying past them haters in my two seater
Black n*gga, black chain, black wife beater
Kid got a n*gga right, me and Dae Dae
Ain’t sh*t free, on DG pay me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sy Ari Da Kid]
b*tch I’m flying high as f*ck, I don’t even smoke
Catching big fish, I might need a boat
In my driveway is where your girl car be
Cut the cameras you ain’t finna World Star me
I’m a true dude
I make the crew move
Why your YouTube only got 2 views?
We ain't dropping b*tches off tell her call a cab
Last n*gga ran up on me, wanted an autograph

[Verse 4: RiFF RAFF]
Rap game Peyton Manning Indianapolis Colts
Running keys through Jamaica, Usain Bolt
I can sip syrup in the underworld
I can pour a deuce in a Thunderbird
Seats crocodile with the cheetah pattern
Watching Family Matters eating shrimp fajita platters
Johnny hates jazz, shattered dreams
Might touchdown in your city like a football team
[Hook]

[Verse 5: Sean Teezy]
What’s real? I’ma tell you real
I do me f*ck how you feel
Getting high sh*t, I might as well
n*gga lie to yourself only time will tell
Don’t see me n*gga learn Braille
The Loudest n*ggas turn frail
Young n*ggas that’ll burn shells turn a fat kid into slim Kel
I am legend
Headache with no Excedrin
Leaving the club at five got to be up by seven
I’m praying to heaven we don’t end up like 9/11
I’m teching tagging these b*tches
Pass one straight to my brethren

[Verse 6: Bambino Gold]
Bambino I’m a real king
I’ve got new weave
Robin blue jeans I’m with the money team
Late at night I see dead people
I'm like a money zombie rubber band hundreds
Comma, comma, comma
Bankrolls after bankrolls
I keep running through rubber bands I need more
Just ran through 100 P’s n*gga ain’t nothing slow (100 Pounds)
I’m on a low money high n*gga I’m never sober
[Hook]