Ova da Sky

[Hook]

It might be the herb or the rims on the curb

That got me seeing so high

It must be the clothes or the suicide doors

Make 'em break the next exit pass by

It can't be the jewels, I think its the shoes

That make me so fly, how fly?

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]

Now I could rap about cars, more exotic broads

Buyin' out the bar like I'm some kinda star

Money bags galore, condos by the shore E

Elaborate punchlines just to dazzle you some more

I could talk about hoes, how I break 'em blindfold

Hand behind my back with my mouth taped closed

No, talk when it's hot shit, chillin' when its cold

The cushy-cushy highs and the old school lows

And can tell you bout French, the diamonds on my neck

The liquor in my system but I still didn't wreck

Yea, all of that is cool but its mean none the less

I'm fly, so way up high

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

Now I could rap about haters, guns with the lasers

Stripper pole professionals and sexual favors

Ralph Lauren uniform, purple those labels

Ferraris and cars, just horses in the stable

Yea, we can keep it pimpin' from here down to Jamaica

Kingston to Dubai, wherever planes can take us

But how about the future? I'm winnin' and they losers

My debonairaness, the swag that might seduce ya

The, the stars that I-I reach for

Fell short and off course and landed on Mars

Yea, all of that is cool but it's me nothin' more

I'm fly, so way up high

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sant]

Ey, Now I can talk about the high

The way it peels when it landed get hits runways from out the sky

The way the sunrise and how the time change up

The way the foreign car sound different when it crank up

Or maybe 'bout the doughs, up in expose

Inside same color pedals of a rose

Bustin' maybe on the chocolate got us

Minaj with the yella', well I'm just bein' modest

So whether you can mop it, cash filled pockets

The after sails, or seven seas, thats before we dock it

Bro, we gonna save all that for next time

'til then I'm...soaring high

[Hook]