Levitating - Hit-Boy

Burn your contract, call the firefighters

Flames on the vette, mock long sleeve i’m flyer

Felon flow they doing petty crime

Spent a hundred nights trying to get it right

I outlast bitch, i dont lap

Cut to the chase they ain’t cutting niggas slack

Staying on the tat, thinking about lick throughout the day

And my niggas on the block, praying that they catch an opp

H B i can’t stop, levitating to the top, uh

And if the grass greener hop the fence

They wanna see me finished not flourish

I am convinced

And the winter part the summer sun i stay out the mix