Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To The Sky, artist - Jay Critch.
Date of issue: 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 |