Kiss The Sky - Kid Ink

Ah, yeah

Ah, yeah

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)

Ring on the fist (Fist)

Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)

I never switch (No), some niggas flip

Really ain’t know how to handle this shit

Shootin' my shot, the script

Took over risk tryna get rich

Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)

Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)

Put on my haters, the city is back

Live by the code, die by the flags

Stop with the chat, all of it’s cap

Keep throwin' jabs, I’ma react

I got a girl but you all on my dick

You wouldn’t know how to handle my bitch

I get her Chanel like it’s Christmas, got everything on her wish list

That Porsche Gold, two double O

Watch out, I run 'em over

Fake niggas, they come and go

Real ones, they run low, woah

Everything covered in gold

Me and the money don’t fold

This shit’ll never get old (No)

Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah)

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip

I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies

Your girl tryna be my one and only

Why you all in the club actin' like you know me?

(Know me)

Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches, they on me (That's facts)

But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts)

Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts)

I do not want you, I’m straight (Ooh ooh)

You want me back, it’s too late (Late)

My wrist is wet like a lake

I don’t care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh)

I pulled up with a clique and you know we won’t stop, lil' bitch (Pulled up

with a clique)

Started from the bottom like Drake but I’m headed to the top, lil' bitch

Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah)

He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch,

yeah)

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip