(Fly) Let it fly. Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
(Fly) Let it fly. Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo)
By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw)
You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights
The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion)
They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh)
The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared)
I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends
I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr)
(Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Let it fly (Brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr)
I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit)
Word, word to my guys (Yeah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash)
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived
It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind
Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind"
What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped
Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench
Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly
(Cuil) Lig sé eitilt. Lig sé eitilt cosúil leis na héin sa spéir
Níos teo ná an aimsir i mí Iúil
déanta agam raibh an oiread sin ní féidir liom cinneadh
Word, focal le mo guys
Sí a fháil ach mar sin fliuch, duillín I agus sleamhnán
Dá mbeadh a fháil ar ais a thabhairt 'em cúig
I, I, I ...
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, tá sé an tUasal Michael Myers, fear (Michael Myers)
Word go Moneybagg, a choinneáil mé ag comin sé i (Woo, woo)
Dála an scéil oibrímid, a cheapann tú go raibh mé cúpla (Twin)
Tá mé tryna rith an chluiche, nach bhfuil sé aon subbin 'i (Naw)
Ní féidir leat a céim liom, slidin 'ó saol contúirteacha (Tá sé lit)
I gcónaí síos go dtí an liathróid, tá mé tryna dhraenáil na hoícheanta
Féach ar na scamaill deataigh tríd na soilse siamsaíochta
An bealach a théann sé síos a chuirimid ar takin 'ceithre boinn agus keepin' doirse daingean, yeah (Yeah, yera yeah)
Táimid ag barr, deireadh an phlé (Plé)
mixin siad 'alcól agus go bhfuil' tussin (Ooh)
An Demon i gcuid súl agus clutchin acu '(Scanraithe)
beatha mé 'em Adderall agus bussin acu', yeah (Pew Pew--pew pew--Pew)
Choinnigh mé an tuáille, ní throwin 'in, tá mé ag Ridin' 'bhabhta i mo foircinn
Fuair mé tiománaí ar an Bent 'a thiomáint me' bhabhta nuair atá mé Bent
Mé a choinneáil ar roinnt Pussy díreach tar éis a lick chun cabhrú liom amach nuair vent mé
Ba mhaith sí bhuail go cac arís, nah (BRR-BRR)
(BRR-BRR) Sin an glaoch gutháin, nuair a mo fáinne fola
Tá sé Tha Carter V, a ligean ar na thugs chanadh (Thugs)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Lig eitilt sé (BRR, eitilt)
Lig sé eitilt cosúil leis na héin sa spéir (BRR-BRR)
Níos teo ná an aimsir i mí Iúil (BRR-BRR)
déanta agam raibh an oiread sin ní féidir liom cinneadh (Tá sé lit)
Word, focal le mo guys (Yeah)
Sí a fháil ach mar sin fliuch, duillín I agus sleamhnán (Splash)
Dá mbeadh a fháil ar ais a thabhairt 'em cúig
I, I, I ...
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
Tá sé beo, tá sé beo, tá mé ag athbheochan
Tá sé C5, Thángthas, póg an spéir, raibh an t-am
Tabhair comhairle, tá sé comhairle a chur in iúl, agus comhairle a thabhairt dúinn
Go léir nach ag fuck liom agus mianach, agus a choinneáil i gcuimhne nach bhfuil againn aigne
Losin 'ár n-intinn, saor in aisce d'intinn, a léamh d'intinn, a léamh d'intinn
Comhlacht ghlacadh in aghaidh na seachtaine a fháil, an cops gon 'a bheith cosúil le, "Riamh aigne"
Cad ar d'intinn? Cuir an piostal a d'intinn agus buille d'intinn
Rialú do intinn, anchúinse aigne, gan aon intinn sober, Tá mé chomh taobh thiar de
Ach líne tosaigh, thrasnaigh tú an líne, agus tá a fhios agat níos fearr do línte
Agus má gettin tú 'as líne, hang mé tú le clothin' líne
Wring cosúil le líne oscailte agat, a choinneáil do chuid stanky ho aon dul
grafóga Them a bheith lyin ', tá sé ina líne thanaí, agus tá a fhios agam a fhios agat an líne
An dara líne, an dara líne, fuair Tunechi línte éifeachtacha
imill garbh cosúil le bosca de fries Checkers, go bhfuil líne
Catch an líne, bhratach Mheiriceá, lúide réaltaí, línte breise
Sín an líne, skip an líne, 'Til tú nach bhfuil níos mó ar aghaidh ag teacht
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune gealt, mo Goonie-goons an gooniest
Rith taobh istigh do sheomra agus tú a mharú agus a bhfuil tú roomin 'le
An Uzi leis an gearrthóg booty, níos mó ná aon, Tá mé ag feistithe freisin
Ag caint '' bout roinnt niggas falsa, bunaithe ar imeachtaí fíor
Tryin 'gan a fháil pinched, smokin' ar stench dúr
Lookin 'sa tryin scáthán' go figiúr cá ndeachaigh mo dhaltaí
Flashy le soith boujee, Travy, go bhfuil mo hooligan (Tá sé lit)
Tóg an T thalamh Tunechi agus breathnú ar sé mar an crucifix, soith
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, rapper is fearr beo
Yeah, yera yeah, yeah, yeah
Lig sé eitilt