Flight Paths (On a Tuesday Afternoon)
Luke Reynolds
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It's a wonder
Ayy, run that shit up, Chase
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I'm blowin' up, bitch, I'm feelin' inflatable
Player shit that ain't even debatable
Sucker shit that ain't even relatable
So please don't come at me with ho shit
I been facin' a case and some more shit
Niggas runnin' they mouth and don't know shit
Built it up on my own, I don't owe shit
No, we ain't in the NFL or the NBA, but every play we be scorin'
We fuckin' these different bitches from these
Different cities every day like we tourin'
And you know I beat it, then told her to beat
It 'cause most of these bitches be borin'
She gettin' impatient, gotta pull over, she wanna fuck in the foreign
I don't be carin'
Tryna trap my way into a McLaren
Can't let these bitches win, can't lose my bearin'
Once you gettin' money, you catch 'em starin'
Me and the paper, that's a perfect pairin'
Got up off my ass and got on the grind
Got on my knees and begged the Lord for a sign
Failure, that's the furthest thing from my mind
All I ever wanted to do was just shine
You can be humble and modest, these niggas
Gon' hate you regardless, yeah, yeah
Shawty made up like a goddess, but ain't no
Love here, bitch, I'm heartless, ayy, ayy
Pull up bumpin' Al Green on a Sunday
Ticket to the top, yeah, that's a one-way
Bad bitch, she belong on a runway
Pussy nigga, you belong in a Hyundai
Promised mama I would get it right one day
Either legit or I'm cold, trafficante
Married to the money, fuck a fiancรฉe
Foolishness about to fuck up my feng shui
Flippin' this shit like gymnastics
Step to me, shit'll get drastic, yeah, yeah
My niggas'll stick you like cactus
I put that on Ren and St. Patrick, ayy, ayy
That bag make 'em pay attention
So for the racks, I'm relentless
Every other night is Valentine's
Every other day is Christmas
Sippin' summer watermelon, I'm throwin'
Got a minute, got a month, now we on
Up that blick and spray that bitch like cologne
Don't ever try to question me, bitch, it's wrong
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I'm blowin' up, bitch, I'm feelin' inflatable
Player shit that ain't even debatable
Sucker shit that ain't even relatable
So please don't come at me with ho shit
I been facin' a case and some more shit
Niggas runnin' they mouth and don't know shit
Built it up on my own, I don't owe shit
No, we ain't in the NFL or the NBA, but every play we be scorin'
We fuckin' these different bitches from these
Different cities every day like we tourin'
And you know I beat it, then told her to beat
It 'cause most of these bitches be borin'
She gettin' impatient, gotta pull over, she wanna fuck in the foreign
Need a new crib, need a new whip
Talkin' new money, nigga, who this?
Conductin' meetings at the Ruth Chris
I'm the shit and you piss
All I wanted was a Wraith
All I wanted was a G-Wagen
Run shit, but I don't sweat shit
Louis belt, but I'm still saggin'
I'm fallin' off? I'm too old for that
I don't flash cash, I'm too grown for that
Suck me up and kiss your nigga?
Damn, girl, you know you wrong for that
It ain't beefin' 'til them guns blast
Hope you lil' niggas run fast
Stripper broad with a dumb ass
Hit her raw with my dumb ass
Let me get some head, then I'm headed home
In that red Chevy, blowin' heavy strong
It's plain and clear to see that I'ma be
A Mississippi nigga 'til I'm dead and gone
I traveled all across the nation havin' money-motivated conversations
Went from sittin' in interrogations to gettin' standin' ovations