Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To The Sky , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 23.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
To The Sky |
| Aye |
| To the sky |
| Spark my blunt up uh |
| Ay |
| Ay |
| Uh |
| Hook: |
| To the sky |
| Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky |
| All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes |
| Had to get up and go get it it was do or die |
| Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride |
| I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive |
| Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie |
| Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind |
| Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time |
| And if my bro don’t got the K then he gon shoot the nine |
| Don’t try to reach for none of my chains, that’s like suicide |
| Nigga this life we live no game, only you decide |
| Open the sprite and got the drank, and put two inside |
| And if I need you out the way, I know who gon' ride |
| I put that bag head right on top of your head you know I could afford it |
| Ride with the mop cause they wan' see me slip and that’s way outta order |
| She gimme mop when I’m whipping the Benz and I’m bending the corners |
| And I’m still balling on niggas I’m going in all four quarters |
| I see traffic in the lane but I got shooters in the corner |
| And his wifey giving brain I took his bitch and she a goner |
| Tryna block out all the pain I smoke the loudest marijuana |
| Hook: |
| To the sky |
| Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky |
| All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes |
| Had to get up and go get it it was do or die |
| Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride |
| I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive |
| Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie |
| Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind |
| Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time |
| Went and bought all choppers |
| See you niggas throwing up the gang but you niggas not on the roster |
| Bad bitches out in JA nigga blessed up like rasta |
| Sending money on the jpay cause brody went and got locked up |
| We can’t let this shit stop us |
| Gimme head, nut on her face, she wipe it up, she proper |
| Couple times had to do the race give a middle finger to the coppas |
| These niggas acting like they in a barrel full of crabs and lobsters |
| Big draco not the double barrel so it’s guaranteed we pop ya |
| Chain shining like glow man I’ll pop a nigga at the pop-up |
| Shawty bad we can’t hold hand she eat it up like pasta |
| Lotta hittas and a lotta grams this shit looking like shottas |
| Pray to God, pray to my mans I told them that i got them |
| This street ain’t Sesame run up here get dropped, yeah |
| Niggas talk a whole lotta shit from they trash can, they Oscar |
| Big bro moving big birds tryna run it up to the top, yeah |
| Trap open come shop here |
| Im in Saks with that Glock, yeah |
| Hook: |
| To the sky |
| Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky |
| All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes |
| Had to get up and go get it it was do or die |
| Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride |
| I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive |
| Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie |
| Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind |
| Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time |