PUFFIN ON ZOOTIEZ lyrics

by

Future


[Intro]
G5 the flight, man, I'm way in the sky
She finna tell me "No way" and it's cap
n*gga, can't even see me, I'm way in the sky
G5 the flight, n*gga way in the sky
G5 the flight, man, I'm way outta here

[Chorus]
G5 the flight, n*gga, can't even see me
I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky
Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes
b*tch so pretty, look better than Cassie
Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on sh*t, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it
Secure the bag, got a b*tch, I'ma bag it
Turnin' it up, gotta make sure sh*t good
Park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of thе sewer
Chrome Hеart accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lot of these n*ggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this sh*t
b*tch break her neck just to look at the kid

[Verse 1]
Dirty the Fanta but make it in Canada
Bro get this money like it's my religion
It's gon' be a mad day, a sad day for any of these n*ggas
That try to compare whatever I did
Damn near touched a hundred, it just off the gig
I came out the jungle, they kidnapped a kid
I trap out a bando, spent ten on a crib
I look at the ocean to spot thirty M's
Pin it where I'm at, the city I'm in
I give you my fully, no matter where I'm in
Her hair touch her ass, she gon' think she Korean
You f*ckin' me good, b*tch, you helpin' me win
n*ggas can't see me, ain't no competition
Too many bracelets, need a whole 'nother wrist
I'm never sober, don't think I'ma quit
I pop the E, I can feel when it kick
[Chorus]
G5 the flight, n*gga, can't even see me
I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky
Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes
b*tch so pretty, look better than Cassie
Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on sh*t, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it
Secure the bag, got a b*tch, I'ma bag it
Turnin' it up, gotta make sure sh*t good
Park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Chrome Heart accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lot of these n*ggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this sh*t
b*tch break her neck just to look at the kid

[Verse 2]
Count up some millions then take some more drugs
Been stuck in my memory, they wasn't showing love
Ain't matching my fly, b*tch, you know you a dub
I started this wave and ain't using a brush
Stopped taking molly, I'm back on the E
Flying commercial, you ain't high as me
Driving a spaceship, the one with the wings
Cross up the trap, I done broke down a key
Ain't let no f*ck n*gga holdin' me back
Put a switch on it, these lil' n*ggas whack
After I hit your b*tch, givin' her back
Ain't got no roof, put her heart on a strap
Go to the moon, ain't gon' show you no slatt
Pluto tycoon, ain't no regular 'Cat
Took a few shrooms, I forget where I'm at
Poppin' a Tesla, I feel when it kick
[Chorus]
G5 the flight, n*gga, can't even see me
I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky
Hermès ashtray to dump my ashes
b*tch so pretty, look better than Cassie
Puffin' on zooties and she callin' me daddy
Walkin' on sh*t, turn it up and I gas it
Came out the gutter, it ain't nothin' for me to swag it
Secure the bag, got a b*tch, I'ma bag it
Turnin' it up, gotta make sure sh*t good
Park it, two mil' in the middle of my hood
Drinkin' on mud, I made it out of the sewer
Chrome Heart accessories, whatever, I'm good
Lot of these n*ggas, they lookin' the same
They copy my lingo, they bitin' my chain
Championship, championship, Range just gon' amp this sh*t
b*tch break her neck just to look at the kid
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