Sean Teezy - I'm Flyin' lyrics

[Intro-Sy Ari Da Kid (Dae Dae Dunkin)] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm flying (I'm sitting on Mars with the stars n***a) (Flying high) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Squad, Squad) [Hook-Sy Ari Da Kid] f**ing with a real n***a My face card So A.1 Don't try ‘em Sitting on cloud nine I'm so high No lie I'm flyin' They know we them real n***as My face card So A.1 Don't try ‘em Sitting on cloud nine I'm so high Take off I'm flyin' [Verse 1: Dae Dae Dunkin] (Squad, Squad) I'm on my fly sh** Counting tons of cash (Too much) Swear to god man I'm running out of duffle bags (I need some more) I f** with arrogant twin towers still standing Throwing stacks of my money keep these hoes doing the rain dance And Dae Dae still the f**ing man f** you saying? n***as in the little league still pitching under hand Guess I'm swagged up, and my block on Gucci belt diamonds same color popcorn [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Wooh Da Kid Be f**ing off my face card They like you can f** my girl like I'm BasedGod Sitting on cloud nine turned up 100 blunts back to back got me burnt up Flying past them haters in my two seater Black n***a, black chain, black wife beater Kid got a n***a right, me and Dae Dae Ain't sh** free, on DG pay me [Hook] [Verse 3: Sy Ari Da Kid] b**h I'm flying high as f**, I don't even smoke Catching big fish, I might need a boat In my driveway is where your girl car be Cut the cameras you ain't finna World Star me I'm a true dude I make the crew move Why your YouTube only got 2 views? We ain't dropping b**hes off tell her call a cab Last n***a ran up on me, wanted an autograph [Verse 4: RiFF RAFF] Rap game Peyton Manning Indianapolis Colts Running keys through Jamaica, Usain Bolt I can sip syrup in the underworld I can pour a deuce in a Thunderbird Seats crocodile with the cheetah pattern Watching Family Matters eating shrimp fajita platters Johnny hates jazz, shattered dreams Might touchdown in your city like a football team [Hook] [Verse 5: Sean Teezy] What's real? I'ma tell you real I do me f** how you feel Getting high sh**, I might as well n***a lie to yourself only time will tell Don't see me n***a learn Braille The Loudest n***as turn frail Young n***as that'll burn shells turn a fat kid into slim Kel I am legend Headache with no Excedrin Leaving the club at five got to be up by seven I'm praying to heaven we don't end up like 9/11 I'm teching tagging these b**hes Pa** one straight to my brethren [Verse 6: Bambino Gold] Bambino I'm a real king I've got new weave Robin blue jeans I'm with the money team Late at night I see dead people I'm like a money zombie rubber band hundreds Comma, comma, comma Bankrolls after bankrolls I keep running through rubber bands I need more Just ran through 100 P's n***a ain't nothing slow (100 Pounds) I'm on a low money high n***a I'm never sober [Hook]