AV - WeBeFTMG Freestyle Session lyrics

[Verse 1: Que] Who want see, me and my dawgs? In a battle royal match you receivin' a loss Cause my bars on point, and I'm rolling up a joint 'Bout to take a spaceship to Venus & Mars! Get it!? I know my weed n***as feel it, so for them: I'mma go ahead & roll up a Phillie And take another trip, and f** another b**h And eat a big a** bag of potato chips! Ya digg!? (Laughs) I'm twisted, I'm gone. I'm on the same bike With ET When he went home. I'm that fly Bird Eye view n***a, I'm that high My lyrics be the little pheeww when the jet fly So n***a check my swag, first cla** With the bars I rap so prepare for the clap n***a What I do is deeper than some rap n***a That's why you can't catch us f**ing with no whack n***as [Verse 2: Kidd] Money on my mind. Money money on my mental Monster, eating you n***as. No utensils Hardly f** with school so I rarely use pencils The Kidd such a mess, get it? Pimples Got 'em confused, they wondering what I'm into A nice thick red-bone in a swimsuit They like I f** with him, my reply is him who? Wondering what I got, check my credentials n***a my flow mental! Better yet it's lyrical Departure from the game like the cut of an umbilical You feeling who? The flyest young n***as you could listen to! Yea... And I stay fly from my Jays to my Snapback f**ing with the kid find ya head where ya lap at Sour D aroma you can smell it from the napsack You n***as comical, the type of guys I laugh at [Verse 3: AV] Smoking on loud that surround sounds the CyHi Weed have me flying, guess I be sky high In the booth we smoking God's cologne FlightTeam session tryna put our people on n***as still hating, our dough still baking And we got the cheddar, add beef no bacon Pledge my allegiance to the FlightTeam Nation And we all thrown together like a f**ing compilation FlightTeam make a statement. All in ya mouth Gangbang conversation, got our bars coming out Think you f**ing with us? n***a... please You smoke weed... we smoke trees Bag swole up from sticks & seeds Dude smoking on a handful of Mardi Gras beeds But we... smoking on that Robert E. Lee "I'm out for Dead f**ing Presidents To Represent Me." [Verse 4: DSpitta] Boy I'm so ahead of my time, I k** the game in my prime My flow is crazy like I'm losing my mind See I'm high, can't even see me unless you look in the sky She wanna be my only, girl get in the line DSpitta, Spitta back up in it, bout to k** it bout to go off Kush got my eyes looking like I'm 'bout to doze off Bad b**h waiting at the crib with her clothes off If you ain't f**ing with DSpitta boy that's your loss Unh, she coming fast like Nascar I put it so deep I got her running like a track star She think I really love her but I'm really just an actor I hit it, then a n***a disappear like Casper Hah! It's FlightTeam boy we do this Spadez told me f** Your Feelings to the fullest Ain't nobody f**ing with the team! I'm just sayin' The only hot sh** you spit is ya breath, I spit bullets n***a!