Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Fly Zone, artist - Trick Trick. Date of issue: 15.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Fly Zone |
| But how much longer, must we share in the masquerade |
| Could’ve known, it’s just a silly little game we play |
| Yeah, okay, what up though? |
| Trick Trick, Nickel |
| Blade said what up, nigga |
| My city no-fly zone, guy |
| Your clearance papers are waiting to be approved |
| Ha ha, BMB |
| Trick Trick, okay, hey |
| I’m just a phone call away |
| Come here without permission, I won’t hear shit you gotta say |
| Nigga, I created these laws so I enforce 'em |
| All we’re coming for is our portion |
| They don’t wanna do what we tell 'em so we force 'em |
| With the face full of Timbs and Air Forces |
| Get dead worse than a ho bitch in a foursome |
| I treat you like the Catholic church treat an abortion |
| We call it respect, you call it extortion |
| The big dogs out, put the little ones on the porches |
| This ain’t my city, nigga, this my fortress |
| And the kings been in corners |
| In the 'Vettes and 4-door Porsches |
| We don’t bust guns, we blow torches |
| Fire from the tip of these bitches for you informants |
| ‘Cause it’s important willing to risk seeing the warden |
| Or leaving your kids to be orphans; |
| gatekeeper |
| And we rolling, always smoking |
| Fuck your mama, fuck your hoes |
| If you ain’t getting me what I want |
| My niggas hide in bandanas and sneak up on you |
| Like aye, we do or die |
| ‘Cause this is no-fly zone, call it a suicide |
| You should’ve made a phone call |
| You would’ve been alright, alright |
| I’m a Rock City boss player, strictly sportswear chain wearer from the |
| Northland Fairlane era |
| Now I’m just an OG, tell the crew to proceed |
| To grow weed with no seeds |
| Then then go pick up the proceeds |
| Product of no sleep |
| Started the car then bought up the whole fleet |
| No problem, ‘cause I’ve been balling since '03 |
| I’m impregnating my bitch left from right |
| Her belly been showin' |
| I’m high off life, they’re like, «Yeah, I bet he been stoned» |
| I took the shoes off the whip, now I’m tip-toein' |
| Through your hood with gold feet |
| You can call me Freddy Flintstone |
| I set the bar high like the coliseum roof |
| Ain’t no I in team man no U in Trick, Hex, Blade |
| OCB, me, and Proof, nigga, we the we it crew |
| We it, we up crew, we it |
| We on that Michigan state bitch, D Smith |
| 'Fore your plane hit the runway we better hear these here |
| And we rolling, always smoking |
| Fuck your mama, fuck your hoes |
| If you ain’t getting me what I want |
| My niggas hide in bandanas and sneak up on you |
| Like aye, we do or die |
| ‘Cause this is no-fly zone, call it a suicide |
| You should’ve made a phone call |
| You would’ve been alright, alright |
| As of here by the people |
| Detroit has officially become a no-fly zone |
| Thank you for your cooperation |
| Flight four-seven-two has been delayed |
| Please see the representative at the counter for details |
| It’s just a silly little game we play |