101 (feat. IXHII, L U N A & CG)

Uh, clicking with the beat it's like the buzzer on repeat

X Factor we the team now it's the flight

The spot of top vacant so we gonna touch the sky

They love a bit of tea, mind my business sipping Chai

Stefano Scurry at the bucket

Put yo chick down on the mat but I ain't Jim Duggan

On the track I like the snap so I ghost your loving

I remember back when you said I won't mount to nothing

Ixhii putting diamonds on my tooth, kiss the teeth

Double triples zeroes on the coupe, whip police

Flocky drip, when I step, out the OP shop

She wan kiss, my Johnson, told her hold these rocks

2 0 2 4 Flight academy

Dropping disses in your verse gon flatter, me

In your head at the top

You just like your chick, on my head, giving top

Racks on my body I might fill my jeans up

I got used to flying now my coupe got wings up

We keep this shit solid ain't nothing between us

We keep, we keep this shit rocking

Tell em' bring the feins up

1 of 1

Bitch imma gun

All black fitted got me looking like the don

Aye 101

My competition none

Ya'll walking to your lessons

Imma teach ya'll how to run

Baby take a seat welcome to class

Can you just give me your attention

We make it look easy

Don't be scared to ask no question

Like how the fuck yo VVS stay in place

When you be stepping?

Like how did your release get Triple J play

Shit a blessing

IXHII hit my line like where you at?

I sent the message

Comar turned the corner in that Elantra doing damage

Pulled up to the show

We break the floors and then we vanish

L U N A check the BSB they paid us our advances

Racks on my body I might fill my jeans up

I got used to flying now my coupe got wings up

We keep this shit solid ain't nothing between us

We keep we keep this shit rocking

Tell em' bring the feins up

1 of 1

Bitch imma gun

All black fitted got me looking like the don

Aye 101

My competition none

Ya'll walking to your lessons

Imma teach ya'll how to run

Forreal

Racks on my body I might fill my jeans up

I got used to flying now my coupe got wings up

We keep this shit solid ain't nothing between us

We keep, we keep this shit rocking

Tell em' bring the feins up

1 of 1

Bitch imma gun

All black fitted got me looking like the don

Aye 101

My competition none

Ya'll walking to your lessons

Imma teach ya'll how to run

Forreal

Shout out to my lawyer and accountant

They the reason that the whole club steady bouncing

Plastic paper piling up don't help me when I'm drowning

Double cups pouring fast I'm spilling splash Mountain

Grandfather watch on my wrist I'm talking old money

Interior leather with foreign upholstery

I don't trust nobody only let my brothers close to me

I seen the stories of your last show that shit was a joke to me