[Intro]
[Hook]
Uh, it's still, Pilot Posse who gon' stop me b**h!
Nobody!
[Verse 1: Millz]
Uh, I got this bowl I named Sophia, always kissing when I see her
You know I keep her hot but my flow stay cold like Rita's
So let me switch it up, trip-trippy stuff try to catch me like receivers
Cause I'm falling down, I'm on the ground, still for my dogs like PETA, uh
I don't drink but these b**hes do that's why they going crazy
& my n***a popped a xanie he driving f**ing lazy
But I can't tell him sh**, I'm high as f** homie
Got b**hes on my dick cause I'm ballin' like Kobe
Against the Raptors straight rapture I rap sir like a rapper
From the 90s with the swagger of n***as who stunt like actors
All you n***as got it backwards like toddlers molesting pastors
Like cursing at Samuel Jackson, I'm sure you get what I'm sayin'
I'm bringing hell to the game, not really but start ya' prayin'
Cause really if you don't feel me you just don't get what I'm sayin'
Cause really my flow eclectic & my lyrics is deep: step in
& I be that pretty motherf**er the Posse is what I'm reppin' b**h!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Millz]
I got a b**h I named Maria, she always trippy when I see her
I f** her right, I make her night & cop some purp before I leave her
Yeah that barney sh**, historic high
She smoking too, a little more than I
She throw it up, Pilot Posse, take a puff, then board a flight
She hotter than Mya or Mayans in regular weather well regular to them
We fly in the sky when we high say bye bye to the ground on Mars we'll make new friends
What you think of that? what you think of me?
She smile & laugh & pack the trees
But it's cool cause like Blake on the fast break I expect a pa** to me
Then I'm going up, elevators
Since blowing up, hella haters
Been on my dick & my sack, but I just leave 'em in the dust no respirators
Got hella paper smoke hella papers
Stay with the purp: hella lakers
We known as Pilots, we rep the posse, but we also known as hella faded
Faded faded, yeah ya n***as get it
Like she sitting on a horse her legs is splitting
But I ain't thirst for the burst I'm patient with it
So we Katrina chillin': blowin trees
You smell the herb you know it's me
When we done, me & that p**y could have some fun, ha hopefully