Let It Fly (feat. Travis Scott)

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 'n slide

Had to get it back to give 'em five

I, I, I

Yeah

It's Mister Michael Myers man (Michael Myers)

Work the money back, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo, woo)

By the way we work, you'd think I had a twin (Twin!)

I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Nah)

You can't faze 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're mixin' alcohol in that 'Tussin

The demon in they eyes and they clutchin'

I feed 'em Adderall and they buzzin', yeah

I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends

I got a driver for the Benz to drive me 'round when I been

I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent

She wanna hear that shit again, nah (Brrt, brrt)

(Brrt, brrt)

That's the phone call when my blood ring

It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thug)

Let it fly (Fly)

Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brrt, brrt)

Hotter than the weather in July (Brrt, brrt)

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 'n slide

Had to get it back to give 'em five

I, I, I

It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived

It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky

Did the time, please advise that it's advised

To be advised that 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, "Nevermind"

What's on your mind?

Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind

Control your mind, Mindfreak

No sober mind, I'm so behind

But front line, you cross the line

Then you better know your lines

And if you gettin' out of line

I'll hang you with a clothing line

Wring you like an open line

Keep your stanky hoe in line, them hoes be lyin'

It's a thin line, I know you know the line

Second line, second line

Tunechi got effective lines

Rough edges like a box of Checker Fries

That's a line, catch the line

American flag, less stars, extra lines

Stretch the line, skip the line

Till you're 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're roomin' with

The Uzi with the booty clip

More than one, I'm two-equipped

Talkin' 'bout some fake **** based on true events

Tryin' not to get pinched

Smokin' on a stupid stench

Lookin' in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went

Flashy with a bougie bitch

Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit!)

Take the "T" off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

C5

Best rapper alive

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Let it fly