Willie the Kid – Sky Miles Lyrics
Featuring: Curren$y
Produced By: Lee Bannon
[Hook]
We came to take you higher
And higher
And higher
Flight
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us
Dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late seventies housing
Nigga I'm Michelin-esque, finish flow
OG, no retro
Grab a nugget, pack a bowl, that's super techmo
Chivel es? dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
In my new car
Going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star
A shooting star, so you want to spar
With a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got bitch like the black Jagjaguwar
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What else Spitta?
We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter
Slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank likes it brittle
Brush money like bristles
Official, A root canal
Bicuspid, I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fucking lustin'
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin
I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure net life, right?
Hot Spitta with me
Never a Dull Moment
We came to take you higher
And higher
And higher
Flight
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Ninja Turtle marijuana, cut it down
Leonardo's katanas, we in town
Found with hoes around us
Dirty rotten scoundrels
Twisting up seedless quarter-pounders
Yeah I party, bitch never seen a flounder
She working at the Gap folding jeans on the counter
Niggas lounging, wood panels on the wall
Like the inside of them late seventies housing
Nigga I'm Michelin-esque, finish flow
OG, no retro
Grab a nugget, pack a bowl, that's super techmo
Chivel es? dough, shut the door bitch, let's go
[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
In my new car
Going like I'm too far
Money show truly who you are
Whether you a star or a shooting star
A shooting star, so you want to spar
With a southpaw, get your jaw draw
I got bitch like the black Jagjaguwar
And she could pull a chick faster than I could pull
In Acapulco, pouring shots of tequila
She bought her friend, I brought Curren$y, he bought the reefer
What else Spitta?
We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter
Slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita, spring water with the flow
Break the bank likes it brittle
Brush money like bristles
Official, A root canal
Bicuspid, I'm on the cusp of these bucks, not a husband
But I'm in love with the money fucking lustin'
Long like the hair of Rumpelstiltskin
I'm Teddy Ruxpin
Hold my grizzly, Willie gets busy
The fly Jet Life insure net life, right?
Hot Spitta with me
Never a Dull Moment
