Ha
This that top shottas type shit right here
GradeA nigga
Yah
Im on a plane, passport tucked, sitting first class with a glass of that 1738
Looking out the window thinking bout the moves I'm bout to make
Cause when its touchdown you know everything is GradeA
Get up with my nigga D.A. give no f*ck about yo baracade
Chillin' in the cut gold bottles yea that Ace of Spade
Summer 16 I bet you goin' hear my songs played
So hit a nigga now if you really trynna catch the wave
Im a westside crown town Carolina nigga
Ain't shit changed just my outlook is bigger
I got dreams that won't even fit a movie screen
Ain't got a big team but we need some big rings
Doing big things making it by all means
You wouldn't understand its a GradeA thing
I promise you I'm making moves and I don't care who in my way
Its all gas no breaks like I'm on a speedway
Let's take a ride
Lets take a trip
Where we going I don't know but know we lit
We flying high
And riding low
And taking trips to anywhere we wanna go
Im on a plane
Im on a plane
Im on a plane
Anywhere we wanna go
Im on a plane
Im on a plane
Im on a plane
Anywhere we wanna go
Im on a plane