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jupiter runway - sky fuel (feat. kindo) lyrics

its kindo so you know we
smokin on smokin on smokin on smokin on skyfuel
m+th+f+ckas never wanna fight they know what i’ll do (facts)
i’m the type to hack yo sh+t take all yo money then zoom
beat yo ass without that strap thats a wrap man you doomed (woo)

this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell
this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man?
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell

i’m goin in, always floorin it, you know i’m storin it
storing bags, got them dufflebags you know they never sag (nah)
they always packed, packed to the max with racks
some of yall call that stacks, i think thats sad
ya goals too low thats facts, thats why you always lack
that’s bad (the truth)
ya whole life you really ain’t got no grip on (no grip)
i learn from my mistakes now i’m d+mn near perfect i’m too honed (psh)
smokin on this skyfuel mayne this tree really got me too stoned
i’m vibin spittin on this beat ridin this wave all alone (sheesh)

these people trynna hit me now, “kindo can i get an ounce??” (that’s wack)
y’all p+ssies play too much don’t hit my line less you talkin bout pounds
you should know that i don’t play around
talkin sh+t now imma lay yo ass down
they never really about it cuz they know my consciousness waiting to put in some rounds (godd+mn that’s facts)

i always be driving by my lonesome (yea)
no threesome b+tch i want foursome
told my b+tch that all i heard was the war drum
that’s the last time i do that sh+t out of boredom (bored)
local rappers abort em yall just fetuses
throw you in the trash doctor said that be assist
she inna group chat like girl i need his d+ck (uh huh)
they reply get in line been here since ninety six (fr)
never smoke no cigarettes i smoke thc (tree)
sky fuel make me not care make you hate me (idc)
only looking up at my tolerance lately (fr)
looking down but things never get to shaky yee (uh huh)
weed got me baking i swear im in the oven (high)
getting higher by the minute and i swear i love it (fr)
tryna make more money than warren f+ckin buffet
and if you in my way you can just stuff it
don’t play with the f+ck sh+t you can get on (get out)
all your new sh+t is the same sh+t we been on (fr)
that’s your b+tch i took her to the b+tch p+wn
sold her ass put her on display right by iphone (yea)
your b+tch ima sin on then ima send her to her man (yea)
they ain’t never seen half a cracker get so tan (fr)
every idea i had to took it ran
that why im hotter than the sun man give me a fan

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