Testi Plane WiFi - Jay Critch

Plane WiFi

Yeah\nHey\nI run it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie\nFlooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes\nSometimes I get high and you start to race my mind\nShawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi\nKnow a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round\nI was used to bein' down but we up now\nBrooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns\nWhere I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds\nBlue faces on me, that lil' bitch a bust down\nYou won’t see me unless it’s about some bust now\nGotta keep it with me, nigga, that’s a must now\nShit get sticky, nigga, I can’t let the\nI took down some obstacles up in the streets\nI get as high as possible, no for this week\nUsed to think this shit impossible, it’s just a dream\nWe gon' do whatever’s possible to get the green\nThey was doubtin' me, I gotta give 'em hell\nAnd my Brodie still be gettin' packs up in the mail\nWe gon' run it up until we tear our ACL\nAnd I know they hated but I gotta wish 'em well\nI’ve just put the work in, pray to God we never fail\nFederal indictments, they caught Brodie with them cells\nFederal time, I’m thinkin' 'bout Tango in that cell\nLot of situations but my niggas never tell\nYou not a real hustler, you can’t get it by yourself\nYou say that’s your brother, you ain’t put up for his bail\nTook a few losses but we got trophies on the shelf\nSmokin'\nand that water on me Michael Phelps (Ayy)\nWe could show you how to get a bag if you need help\nI was broke, I gotta flex, like I just won the bell\nSwear these bitches poison, man, they bad for my health\nWatch out when you get some money, they don’t want nobody else\nRun it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie\nFlooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes\nSometimes I get high and you start to race my mind\nShawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi\nKnow a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round\nI was used to bein' down but we up now\nBrooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns\nWhere I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds\nWhere I’m from, they ain’t gon' never put them guns down\nThese niggas slimy, so my shooters sendin' slugs out\nWe was young and we was broke but we got buffs now\nTold the game we goin' up soon as we touchdown\nLet’s ball out every season\n'Cause the streets cold, so it made us all anemic\nFree throw, now we make it look so easy\nBut my roof missin', have you seen it?\nToo blessed, but I’m ridin' in that Demon\nI’ma do the dash up on the freeway\nI remember shoppin' off of eBay\nThey say we the hottest out of BK\nYou my junior, boy, you ain’t gettin' no cheesecake\nMoney slow, I had to make it do the speed race\nStill with my brothers and we rockin' out, no Green Bay\nMy shooters told me anybody could get erased\nSo I feel bad for anybody who in the way\nLet them hate, let 'em make they assumptions\nIf I say you my brother, then I won’t change for nothin'\nSo when we argue, that shit ain’t 'bout nothin'\nI run it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie\nFlooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes\nSometimes I get high and you start to race my mind\nShawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi\nKnow a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round\nI was used to bein' down but we up now\nBrooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns\nWhere I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds