Hi Jackin Planes - DJ Rell, Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin

Is it me I am tripping

No calls on my phone

When I talk I hear echoes in your background

Lord I am a winner see no… hard till two guys two black suits

They say I am wanted for 33… me and… another 30 It ain’t Gucci

Sex… shorty all I do is shout All of you… make a nigger… for monopoly

This is it the way to go I join… like a fucking pig

See life is a bitch show a finger fucking it

Pop the finger… cause I don’t trust shit

Put your light in the air put your red cups up

Blow it backwards… up Hijacking planes 3 years in the game

Got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed

Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking

… at the window they think a nigger hustling

I am gonna keep grounding

I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep gunning

I am gonna keep gunning You want me for a feature

That’s one brick

Show’s gone for two bricks

… off my dick

All I know is… go get it win

… all from a niggers while they can You can’t even trust your bitch or your

Best friend

Rip it down nigger just like… barking my nigger we get it poppin

You’re gonna feel attention as soon as I walk in the building

Walk it stay low… I am gonna keep grounding nigger don’t stop

In this industry lames get all the credit put your light in the air

Put your red cups up blowing back what’s back and fall down Chorus

Hijacking planes 3 years in the game

Got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed

Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking

Police at the window they think a nigger hustling

I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep grounding

I am gonna keep gunning

I am gonna keep gunning I don’t care about no… she say

Tasting money… like my fucking DJ

Love for the… no freeway

You all niggers industry I do this the G way

I am a… pussy nigger about that gun play

Sell… triple… all day Can’t do it with the… give my brother…

White diamonds on my neck call it…

I am gonna be ok I don’t need too much

Just a red cup and one vanilla touch

Put your lighters in the air if you are fucked up

Fuck… three mores… and pore me up Put your red cups up blowing back

What’s back and fall down Chorus

Hijacking planes 3 years in the game

Got the money and the fame but it ain’t nothing really changed

Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking

Police at the window they think a nigger hustling

I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep grounding

I am gonna keep gunning

I am gonna keep gunning