CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Kiss The Sky
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, n***as know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)
Ring on the fist (Fist)
Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)
I never switch (No), some n***as flip
Really ain't know how to handle this sh*t
Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt
Took over risk. tryna get rich
Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)
Rappin' this sh*t, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)
Put on my hatеrs, the city is back
Live by the codе, die by the flags
Stop with the chat, all of it's cap
Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react
I got a girl but you all on my d**k
You wouldn't know how to handle my b*t*h
I get her Chanel like it's Christmas, got everything on her wish list
That Porsche Gold, two double O
Watch out, I run 'em over
Fake n***as, they come and go
Real ones, they run low, woah
Everything covered in gold
Me and the money don't fold
This sh*t'll never get old (No)
Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)
Ah, yeah
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, n***as know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)
Ring on the fist (Fist)
Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)
I never switch (No), some n***as flip
Really ain't know how to handle this sh*t
Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt
Took over risk. tryna get rich
Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)
Rappin' this sh*t, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)
Put on my hatеrs, the city is back
Live by the codе, die by the flags
Stop with the chat, all of it's cap
Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react
I got a girl but you all on my d**k
You wouldn't know how to handle my b*t*h
I get her Chanel like it's Christmas, got everything on her wish list
That Porsche Gold, two double O
Watch out, I run 'em over
Fake n***as, they come and go
Real ones, they run low, woah
Everything covered in gold
Me and the money don't fold
This sh*t'll never get old (No)
Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)
