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 'em five, I, I, I Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers) Word to the Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo) By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin) I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw) You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit) Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah) We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion) They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh) The demon in they eyes and they clutchin' (Scared) I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent I keep some pussy just to lick to 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 V, 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 (Yeah) She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash) Had to get it back to give 'em 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 advised to be advised And we advise you not fuck with me and mine And keep in mind that we don't mind losin' 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, mindfreak, no sober mind I'm so behind, but front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went Flashy 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