State to State (feat. Deadrob)

Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state  You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space Check the clock im late as f*ck flight bout to leave I'm in a rush Brother hit my line like we down waiting in the lobby Get your ass up outta bed we need to leave and get it poppin Get my shit and bounce up out that hoe we driving off to hobby Yeah okay we driving off to hobby Whippin in the scion look like nascar Ricky Bobby My main girl call me papi, we chillin on the plane But she can't keep her hands off me I guess she can't be blamed Flying to New York got me feeling like I'm Rocky Need the money ASAP or I'm mobbin on lame Fucked the stu up got my blue up now im in the game Don't try to touch my sauce you pussy boys cannot eat from my plate These bitches try to steal my sauce but they can't run with Jakob Greigh  When I step up on the track I'm like a mother fucking saint Step up the track I run this shit like Prefontaine This grind is why I get it and why I'm flying state to state Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state  You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space Dying 4 that pape, got me cruising state 2 state Left the kingdom for a day and i'm still treated like the saint i been Came up, tried to frame the kid, that's why we keep quiet Keep that light, we ball like tiger, talking ends like we the mayans I wish they could tell the truth, but i gotta sell the proof... I'm coming to terms with the fact that i'm chosen to never be there with you And i couldn't lie, the vision is crystal Man f*ck all the pride, it's harder 2 miss you When i'm on the road, money and motive It's harder to know who else an opponent Still stacked like tetris Real estate my necklace Collect calls, don't voice mail All 4 seasons, that hoe tell Sick shit, you gon wish well All lost so we can't lose Jet fuel when i make moves Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state  You pussy boys too slow to try to run with Jakob Greigh I'm never doing interviews I know what they gon say Why you always on the move why you the mother fucking great Ohh state to state bitch I'm flying state to state I'm always on the move to make a mother fucking play My homie hit my line to ship the merch out right away Can't wait to fly to Astroworld cause a youngin need his space Cause a youngin need some space I just need some fuckin space