Tekst piosenki
(Hook: Young Thug)
I’m on it
I’m higher than you
Nigga, I’m on it
I swear I’m flyer than you
NASA NASA
NASA NASA
NASA bitch
I put bezel in my wrist
I put bezel on my bitch
I iced out all my clique
Hey, hey
I put bezels at the spot
I made all the blocks hot
Next thing you know I will talk not
Takin’ cuts cuts cuts
Baggin’ all the bitches
I’m beside the hood set
Like domino, duffle-o bitch
I’m in no stumple on bitch
Cock, got yo main man, underman
Haiti bait, thunder man
(Verse: Young Thug)
Diamonds inside of necklace, Still ridin round with that steel like a battery
All white suits when your throw up blood, we just call that peppermint
I just took the air with my wrong turn(?)
Switch the game ova, I’m leadin’ it
Last time I went into a jail, all my cases was erased it
Woke up, spend notha hunid on my shoes cause I’m not basic’
Rap game is on me but I ain’t no race
All white, blue so red without a chase
19 mo hunid, just for my shoe not have laces
(Hook)
I’m on it, nigga I’m higher than you
I’m on it, I swear I’m flier than you
NASA NASA
NASA NASA
NASA NASA
I put bezel in my wrist
I put bezel on my bitch
I iced out my clique
Hey, hey
I put bezels at the spot
I made all the blocks hot
Next thing you know I will talk not
(Verse: OG Boo Dirty)
NASA NASA, lemme show you how we roll
Trappin’ out the band, where without amigo?
Black leather migo, tires with ego
Get the right district right now, I’m ballin’ like Chris Paul
Long way to get a hunid key and them Robin jeans don’t stay a day
Who ? when I snag grain, let my nigga shine
We bless the day
Four L’s to the L’s spray ’em
To another day, I get another day
If the nigga play, welcome here the days
See glussmoe from er’ry k
I so love hunid bills, all I eva saw, gya
Get rich or die tryn
Real, boy I’m trappin’ fo’ real
No show without a deal
Servin’ cocaine, I hate cops, we king of the wheel
(Hook)
(Verse: Akon)
Aye, hold up, all my real niggas hold up
Stop in traffic like hold up
Put a wrist in sumthin’, make you wanna throw up
See a lil’ bad bitch, I want all that
I don’t wanna have these doughnuts
Leave ’em once, fuck ’em twice and then pass ’em on to my dadats
See I’m the type of nigga that will come to the hood
And I’m makin’ the money
I definitely live for the paper, nigga, betta come, I eat with the homies
You know me, my nigga, you know me far as you can throw me
Cause if you dun’ know me, my nigga believe me, that’d be because it’s phony
I’m on cloud 9, lets turn it up a notch
Got some bad bitches with me with my hand all up in her crotch
The crazy part about it, I don’t even know her name
The broke bitches reach me, yo, nigga, we ain’t the same
(Hook)
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