Surface To Air Lyrics - How Fly - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang...7x 

Haters stand clear of em, yall stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em' 

Zig zag smoke 

magic lyrics appear to em', 

Outta nowhere air hare jordans 

Kicked up sittin' behind a mahogany desk, 

crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest 

Flow sick need a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up 

Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace 

Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us 

You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she 

let us (lettuce) 

Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works! 

Driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst 

Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause 

she jumping head first 

It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth 

Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile 

Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga 

go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us 

You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it 

Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin' 

Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches 

Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes 

College girls play me in their ipod or zune 

Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance 

Give em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers 

Rollin' in lime papers and Randy's 

, smokin' out somewhere where the sand be. 

Plan B killin' these kids 

Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids, 

and you hatin' such a shame that's where your energy is 

Gfizz 

flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin' 

And your hating adds just more steam, more chips now 

I'm living more Rothstein 

So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work 

Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile 

Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us 

You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.' 

Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin' 

Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches