Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Suski
Michael Suski
Songwriter
Sorena Soltani
Sorena Soltani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SEVN Thomas
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Drtwrk
Drtwrk
Producer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Fly Let it fly Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back to give them five I, I, I, yeah It's Mr. Michael Myers man (Michael Myers) Work the money back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo) By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin) I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw) You can't faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!) Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights The way it go down we taking fours And keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!) We at the top end of discussion (discussion) Been mixing alcohol in that 'tussin The demon in they eyes and they clutchin' (scared) I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew) I kept the towel, not throwing in Riding around in my ends I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I been I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent She wanna hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring It's Tha Carter 5, let the thugs sing (thugs) Let it fly (brr, fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr) Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr) I done did so much I can't decide (it's lit) Word, word to my guys (yah) She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash) Had to give it back to give them five I, I, I It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, it's C5 Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise You not fuck with me and mine And keep in mind, we do not mind losing our minds Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind" What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind Control your mind, mind, freak no sober mind, I'm so behind Front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing line Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line Them hoe's be lying, it's a thin line, I know you know you lyin' Second line, second line, Tunechi get effective lines Rough edges like a box of checker fries, that's a line Catch the line, American flag, less thoughts extra lines Stretch the line, skip the line, til you no more the next in line Tunechi tuna lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too equipped Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went Flash ya with a boujee bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit) Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch C5, best rapper alive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let it fly
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Dwayne Carter, Rupert Thomas, Michael Suski, Sorena Soltani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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