Surface to Air

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jets nigga now where haven't we) (They look up to jets nigga now where haven't we) (Fuck boys wondering if the bitch next) Ask yourself How fly The Planes and the Taylor Gang [Verse 1: Curren$y] Haters stand clear of em, y'all stand, cheer for 'em Shook away from lames and ove came, let's hear it for em Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to 'em Outta nowhere, Air-hare Jordans Kicked up, sitting behind a mahogany desk Crumblin 'erb, just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest Flow sick, need a check up, flow sick, that's how I got my checks up Bad bitches, gold digging lame niggas Out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace Then slide through the set and fuck the Jets cause she respect us You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us Pickles, tomatoes, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works Driving in a Aquifina truck to the club Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst Crash test dummy honey need a helmet, cause she jumping head first It's amazing how I get so high, and stay so down to Earth [Chorus: Curren$y] Ain't naan niggas iller Explosive and fly, surface to air missile Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself Cause ain't nobody fucking with us You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting Yea, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms From a mile away you can smell the fumes College girls play me in their iPod or Zune Even bitches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes, they high maintenance Give 'em wings let em fly places, introduce you to high times Flavors, and skyscrapers, rolling in lime papers, and Randy's Smoking out somewhere where the sand be, plan B, killing these kids Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids And you hating, such a shame that's where your energy is I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your bitches with the planes Now she sky diving, hella vibing And your hating, that's just more steam More chips, now I'm living more Rothstein So for every thing it's worth I travel all four corners of the Earth, putting in work [Chorus: Curren$y] Ain't naan niggas iller Explosive and fly, surface to air missile Old sucka-ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself Cause ain't nobody fucking with us You didn't put a hundred on it then you can't hit it Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting Yea, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang Lame niggas putting locks and chains on they bitches