Kid Ink - Fly 2 Mars Lyrics

Fly 2 Mars
(feat. Rory Fresco)



Lets do it
I go hard and let the fuck niggas tell it
I'm not a new star
Writing in a and thats not you car (ok, scur scur)
High as stars, (ok) go fly to mars (ok)
Bitch I'm in charge (ok, ok)
Ok, lets start

I go hard, green goyard
I'm playing it smart, but I'm the man up in this bitch
I brought sand to the beach, for gucci sandals on that bitch
Now you know who rolled the blunt, so dont be tampin with that shit
One more Shotta. 42, should be dancing on that dick
All them Hoes with you like that shit, thats a prancer in your clique
See whats dancing on my wrist, thats a rollie, shit em bitch

Lets do it
I go hard and let the fuck niggas tell it
I'm not a new star
Writing in a and thats not you car (ok, scur scur)
High as stars, (ok) go fly to mars (ok)
Bitch I'm in charge (ok, ok)
Ok, lets start

Ay, pullin up in a rose ghost, put it in park (ok)
Diamonds dont need no flash on it, they shine' in the dark
My shit bite, no bark
I'm talking about big bites just like shark
The Niggas never played a part, they yelling runnin the mouth like narcs

Hold up
I heard pack, just touch down, nigga roll up
She said she wanted let me up and down, like a thriller
Where ever I go to they know us
Another shot to the head, pull up
I ain't never been scared, lets do it

I go hard and let the fuck niggas tell it
I'm not a new star
Writing in a and thats not you car (ok, scur scur)
High as stars, (ok) go fly to mars (ok)
Bitch I'm in charge (ok, ok)
Ok, lets start

We make all this shit happen with no look
Came up out the dirt, nigga with no dust
Keep a G, the real ones always show love
Asking round the city, yeah they now cuz

Ay, running the bank, running the game
Dont fumble the flame, I'm comming though better stay in your lane
You see the C on the vet, that ain't the same
Call me, but you are not ahead of the game
Give me a shot and I'm letting it bang
Talk to these bitch, they loving my slang
Couple of ya'll and she dance in the rain

I go hard with it, you just got heart feelings
I pull up and I might finish, just tryna mind my business
We blowin' blunts, no kisses
Swim in that, like fishes
Watch out I do it

I go hard and let the fuck niggas tell it
I'm not a new star
Writing in a and thats not you car (ok, scur scur)
High as stars, (ok) go fly to mars (ok)
Bitch I'm in charge (ok, ok)
Ok, lets start