Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Surface To Air Lyrics

Surface To Air

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Surface To Air." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 11:06 am

Album: How Fly

Track No: 13

Jets **** now where haven't we
Ask yourself
How fly
The planes and the Taylor Gang
Haters stand clear of 'em
Y'all stand cheer for 'em
Shook away from lames and over came, let's hear it for 'em
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to 'em
Outta nowhere, air hare Jordans
Kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk
Crumbling herd just as Big Boi and André would suggest
Flow sick need a check up
Flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame ****
Out a trip to foreign places, a bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the Jets 'cause she respect us
You think you got a winner but you don't, I bet she let us
Pickles, tomatoes, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup
The works
Driving in an Aquafina truck to the club
'Cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy, honey, need a helmet 'cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to earth
Ain't no **** iller, explosive and fly
Surface to air missile
Old sucker ass ****, go somewhere and fuck yourself
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hunnid on it then you can't hit it
Me and my ****, Wiz, smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame **** putting locks and chains on them bitches
Smoke filled rooms
Camera lens zooms from a mile away
You can smell the fumes
College girls play me in their iPod or Zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumping to our tunes
They high maintenance
Give 'em wing, let 'em fly places
Introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rolling in lime papers and Randy's
Smoking out somewhere where the sand be
Plan B killing these kids
Not Michael Jackson
I ain't feeling these kids
And you hating, such a shame, that's where your energy is
I'm in a GFizz flying
Leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving
Hella vibing
And your hating adds just more steam
More chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for everything it's worth I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Ain't no **** iller, explosive and fly
Surface to air missile
Old sucker ass ****, go somewhere and fuck yourself
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with us
You didn't put a hunnid on it then you can't hit it
Me and my ****, Wiz, smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeah it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Lame **** putting locks and chains on them bitches

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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