"Flying" lyrics

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Baby, I'm up like reclining
Look at my neck, it got colorful diamonds
Too much money on me, I been grindin'
Too much speed in this beam, I be flyin'

Higher than an airplane, but no, I ain't no pilot (No no)
Rocawear wearin' ass nigga need a stylist
See a bad bitch pic' on IG, I like it
You can smoke my blunt, bitch, but don't ask to light it
You talk bout racks, then yes, I get excited
Free my brother, he got a case, he gotta fight it
2011, used to hang with dope boys
We wasn't no joke, boy
I was in the 4, boy
My-My chains, they be makin' noise
Play with the money, just like I got toys
Diamonds fightin', just like Floyd
Yo bitch keep callin', I'm gettin' annoyed
I ain't rockin' OBEY
Louis on me, okay
Braids in my hair, no, this ain't no fade
I stay on my gang, man you know I can't trade

Baby, I'm up like reclining
Look at my neck, it got colorful diamonds
Too much money on me, I been grindin'
Too much speed in this beam, I be flyin'