FLIGHTRISK lyrics

[Intro]
This is the captain speaking
Uh, just about ready to depart
Should be our way on schedule in the next couple minutes or so
Flight time will be nine hours and forty minutes
We'll eventually reach a cruising altitude of thirty-five thousan—

[Verse 1: Wülf Boi]
Uh
You ain't slick, wanna diss wolf pack but your crew ain't sh*t
Off the phone with chief, he said you ain't it
They wanna cop a verse, but I'm too legit
Worked a hooligan, I just chase checks
Elon, high as SpaceX
I'm a flight risk, no fake flex
Got your girl in my phone with the "Hey" text (Hey)
She could nеver get it, though
I just spit dope likе a mouthful of edibles
They like, "Oh my god, his music is so incredible"
Funny, I'm a writer but my writin' is illegible, ugh
But I don't really work for free
Wülf Boi is a rat, 'cause I need the cheese
Bank account gettin' hit with them extra fees
'Cause the bank like, "This b*tch empty, yeet!"
But, for real, though, I am actually broke
Uh, uh, paypal.me/wulfboi, uh, thanks
[Chorus: McGwire]
Goin' to the top so fast, I can't be stopped
f*ck with me, you'll end up dropped
They think I'm crazy, but I am just a flight risk
Oh, I am just a flight risk
I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk

[Verse 2: McGwire]
And watch me go f*ckin' crazy, like
sh*t, this boy out here makin' the good sh*t
With the clean, clear lines, no "Stuck in the woods" sh*t
I got the hard bars, like hot tar
When all the sh*t that they be spittin' ain't up to par (Fore)
The last time I don't wanna do a feature
I came up on my own, no teacher
I'm the best there ever was, shootin' at you like— like a—
Uh, like a gun? I don't f*ckin', um
I don't usually rap like this, can I go back to the goofy sh*t, please?

[Verse 3: McGwire]
This one-trick pony is a dead horse
I'ma tap that ass like I'm speakin' Morse
Of course, you don't really wanna f*ck with all of my sh*t
I'm crazy fly, yeah, I'm comin' with a flight risk
Keepin' tight lips if I don't like this
I don't write hits, I just smite sh*t
Got the right bits with the tight hips
You a nice fit for this white di*k
On the mic spit, you don't like it?
Then just deal with it (Thank you, RhymeZone)
This roof ain't high enough, let me raise it up like I don't give a f*ck
Like I'm up climbin' Everest, hangin' tough
I got the right stuff, I got the good reviews
I got a package deal that you can't refuse
Godfather, yeah the best sh*t come in twos
Like, I don't even acknowledge the third one
Like, f*ckin', make a better third film
The first two are like cinematic masterpieces or whatever
[Interlude]
The capta—

[Instrumental Outro]