Fly Everything

Let's go, baby, let's go
Yo

Big paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
Undercover task force ɾeveals they get chills when on [C7]the heels of a killa
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em [A]in the dust on [C7]the crash course
I don't even ask for [Dm7]the pussy, wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo, I'm into [C7]the bayou, one hell of a bio
I live that life you [A7can stuff in the vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
Tony wrist game water like [F]it was [Am7]dipped in the Nile
Forty-inch cable is fatal, I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson [C7]bags of scotch, the ɾed dot on [C7]the label
If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island [Bm]is Beirut

All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang ɾegiments
Watch your mouth when you [A7speakin' to [C7]excellence (yo)

I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits
Mommy [A]cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven
Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds
Off that juice, hang 'em [A]off the ɾoof how niggas send a message
We be [Am]wildin', keep the toolie on [C7]us case you [A7wanna check us
Off the line and [Bm]get your homie clapped just for [Dm7]sending texts
Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to [C7]get them [A]Texans
Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message
In my [A]countɾy for [Dm7]what you [A7worth, but you [A7ain't life threatenin'
You ain't ɾunning, just drag your feet 'cause you [A7ain't light stepping
Send 'em [A]all [Em]to [C7]come dim your lights, you [A7gon' need a light inspection
Just give 'em [A]a couple shots, we gon' give 'em [A]light injections
I'm cleaning these niggas messes, but soon [C7]as I switched my [A]groove
Got out and [Bm]moved, these niggas became the death wish
Niggas became ɾeckless, young, black and [Bm]flexin'
Nigga (young, black and [Bm]flexin')

All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang ɾegiments
Watch your mouth when you [A7speakin' to [C7]excellence