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Looking up at the sky I can't do this I can't lie But tell me why you so shy Tell em Bye time will fly Ima fly, I'm that guy Just got to try to win Bentley with that tint repenting from my sins Gotta make that everyday Gotta make us find a way Gotta do this shit today We shooting at new cans We finding a new plan I'm sticking with the fan Got locked up in that jam Glock Four-Five and it stick in my pants I'm with the gang and we doing the dance I'm going up tell em shout out my fans I'm going up when they said that I can't I'm in the plane and I met me some fans To many bands said nigga like damn Pepole be mad cuz I'm doing my dance I'm in the Stu and I'm going big ham I'm with Yo bro and we throwing some hands I'm going up y'all really goin spam Selling yo soul bro that is a scam You wanna feature boy pass me a grand Goatted gang we really goin stand You is a lame got blood on your hands I'm wit my bro and we doing the dash You up next go get you that cash I flow on this beat Ima stick with the heat How much got about three Twenty four bands laying under the seat We going up to the heven gates Me and my bro now it's heven days Me and my bro now it's seven days Bay blade Seven days seven lakes Aye Looking up at the sky I can't do this I can't lie But tell me why, you so shy Tell em bye time will fly Ima fly I'm that guy Just got to try to win Bentley with that tint Repenting from my sins Gotta make that everyday Gotta make us find a way Gotta do this shit today Fah fah fah fah