Flight Risk

Chyeah

Chyeah

Ayy, where we at?

Let's get it, uh

I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug

Do Gianni, nigga, no Versace

Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini

Steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches

In the spizzy runnin' up a check

With them thirty-sixes and them R Kells

Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales

And I'm really not that impressed (at all)

Me and Thirty ate off of Archdale

Caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale

Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field

Checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (where we at?)

Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe

Cuzzo finna make a mud slide

He just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew

It was process of elimination

Now we chewin' like an overbite (eatin')

Everybody so opinionated

Keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't)

In the gutter lane like a bowling ball

Always been a Mr. Know-it-all (rollin')

If you can name it, I done sold it all

Fluff a oil 'caine into a soda ball

Put the call in

Send them country boys in them overalls (where we at with it?)

Lil' dawg keep a string on him, shit, it's just protocol

Headshot gang (bah), we the mafia

Let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (brr)

I hear everybody claimin' gang time

And they don't even know what that shit mean

Where we at with it?

Ranned it up on the incline

Maybe if I wasn't in the street full time, would've been signed

Life of a Mich' con, real street shit, ain't no sitcoms (no bitches)

Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk

Nigga might skip bond (jump bail)

Life of a Mich' con

Art of rock climbin' with a zipline (bungee chord)

This blood sport

Jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (hell block)

Life of a block bleeder, facin' life

I had to risk mine (put it on the line)

All these niggas cap like a Just Don (snake ass niggas)

While I be in the trap with my Concreatures

I got high, I got high

Front door's open, I'll get it