Fly Everything

Let's go, baby, let's go

Verse 1/Ghostface Killah: Yo, Big paper, skyscrapers

The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers

Fly everything

Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring

Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín

Undercover task force reveals

They get chills when on the heels of a killa

Way iller with his mask off

Three stooge of these n1ggas

Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course

I don't even ask for the pxssy, wizzes pass off

Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio

I live that life you can stuff in the vial

Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile

Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile

Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace

The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table

Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label

If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut

Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God

All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements

You follow the old, we makin' new testaments

Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments

Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence

Verse 2/Sun God: Yo

I probably left a couple scenes

but that's only through back exits

Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven

Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds

Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how n1ggas send a message

We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us

Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts

Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans

Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message

In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin'

You ain't running, just drag your feet

'cause you ain't light stepping

Send 'em all to come dim your lights

you gon' need a light expection

Just give 'em a couple shots

we gon' give 'em light injections

I'm cleaning these n1ggas messes

but soon as I switched my groove

Got out and moved, these n1ggas became the death wish

N1ggas became reckless, young, black and flexin'

N1gga (Young, black and flexin')

Chorus: Shawn Wigs

All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements

You follow the old, we makin' new testaments

Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments

Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence