Eh-yo yo son, come on come on
We gotta hit this flight 304 today
(Yo why these airline police keep watchin' me?)
Fuck them, man, come on (Toy cops)
[Naisha]
I'm flyin on the Kennedy airline fog, the demon in me
Street life of Benny, blunt go to Hiroshimi
Custom mine, all broads be fresh in Versace
Dwellin' on the daily, not me, sippin' on Nani
In the splills, Jumanji, skies red like Blood Money
Scramble my life fully, rockin' G.S. gulleys
Under the moon light, sippin' fruit wine
Float like fruit flies, dominate the skies, realize
Keep your Nino's up high and notify this crime size
Naisha in camouflage pistol-whippin' wise guys
Supreme large, I pop you to the Heavens of all Gods
To generate, C.S.G. all-stars, fuck it, let's take it back to mirage
Street war stars, hate to bust my gun from afar
The Messiah Allah, tote me shit from here to Hong Kong
Naisha to bomb, sincerely the Don, blow holes all in your cranium
Camaro S.S., rollin' up cess, a gun in your vest
It's business, so the topic's at rest
It's like Capone and Nes', 'nough powder to bless
Lace it, divide the cut in, this fresh linen I soaked in it
Soon arrive the endin', over the scrimmage
Reptilian, King pinnin', y'all niggaz caught feelin's
