Kid Ink - Fly 2 Mars feat. Rory Fresco

Got it on smash OG Parker [Rory Fresco:] Let's do it (Yeah) I go hard (I go hard) And let these fuck niggas tell it (Woo, tell it) Yeah, I'm not no star You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car (Skrrt, skrrt) Okay, high as stars (Stars) Okay, go fly to Mars (Mars) Okay, bitch, I'm in charge (Charge) Okay, okay, let's start (Yeah) [Kid Ink:] I go hard Green Goyard (Yeah) Legs apart, ayy My planets Mars, ayy But I'm the man up in this bitch (Said) I brought sand to the beach Threw Gucci sandals on that bitch (Yeah) Now you know who rolled the blunts So don't be tamperin' with that shit (Woah) One more shot of '42 And she'll be dancin' on that dick All them hoes with you like Dasher, Dasher Dancers in your clique (Hey) See what's dancin' on my wrist (Wait) This a Rollie, shit don't, bitch [Rory Fresco:] Let's do it (Yeah) I go hard (I go hard) And let these fuck niggas tell it (Woo, tell it) Yeah, I'm not no star You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car (Skrrt, skrrt) Okay, high as stars (Stars) Okay, go fly to Mars (Mars) Okay, bitch, I'm in charge (Charge) Okay, okay, let's start, ayy (Let's go) Pullin' up in a Rolls Ghost, uh (Ghost) Put it in park Okay, diamonds don't need no flash on it They shine in the dark (In the dark) My shit bite, no bark (Bark) I'm talkin' 'bout big bite just like sharks (Sharks) And these niggas never play they part They yellin', runnin' they mouth like narcs (Like narcs) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Hol' up), yeah I heard the pack just touched down Nigga, roll up (Roll somethin' up) She say she wanna lick me up and down like a Fruit Roll-Up (Like a Fruit Roll-Up) Wherever I go to, they know us (Know us) Another shot to the head, pour up (Pour up) I ain't never been scared Let's do it (Yeah) I go hard (I go hard) And let these fuck niggas tell it (Woo, tell it) Yeah, I'm not no star You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car (Skrrt, skrrt) Okay, high as stars (Stars) Okay, go fly to Mars (Mars) Okay, bitch, I'm in charge (Charge) Okay, okay, let's start, ayy [Kid Ink:] We make all this shit happen with no luck (Ayy) Came up out the dirt, nigga, with no dust (Ayy) Keep it G, the real ones always show love (Ayy) Ask around the city, yeah, they know cuz Ayy, run in the bank Run in the game, don't fumble the flame (Yeah) I'm comin' through, better stay in your lane (Ayy) You see the Z on the fetty the same (Skrrt) Call me "patron," I'm ahead of the game Give me a shot and I'm lettin' it bang (Bang) Talk to these bitches in nothin' but slang Couple of dollars, she dance in the rain, uh (Ooh) I go hard with it You just got hard feelings They talk like star witness I pull up in all my fitness (Yeah) Just tryna mind my business (Okay) We blowin' blunts, no kisses Swim in that dough like fishes Watch how I do it [Rory Fresco:] Let's do it (Yeah) I go hard (Hard) And let these fuck niggas tell it (Woo, tell it) Yeah, I'm not no star (Star, star) You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car (Car, skrrt, skrrt) Okay, high as stars (Stars) Okay, go fly to Mars (Mars) Okay, bitch, I'm in charge (Ow, charge) Okay, let's start Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Hol' up), yeah [Kid Ink:] Ooh Got it on smash I'm with your shawty OG Parker