[Intro]

Yeah, Spitta

Higher Than 30,000 Feet

Yup, yeah

My name is on the streets

My name is my name

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Yeah, get up in the morning, slip kicks on

Hop up in the whip and drop last nights bitch off

Hot Spitta, nigga I return it like a kick-off

Right back to you fool, I never stick with broads

Beep the horn two times, then dip off

I'm heading by Melissa's, said she got the hook up on Wal-Mart gift cards

Another day in the life of Spitta, happy to share it with ya

My life is an adventure experience to the listener

Society of flyness, only few may enter

You are not a member, if you were I would remember

When I met you, I am not a pretzel son, you got me twisted

Two strikes, already swung for some bum pitches

Next time I'mma send it for the fences

Music on mute, I'm just riding to my engine

Got my business on my mind, mind on my business (and automobiles)

[Chorus]

No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch

And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean

You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor

You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor

If you in the club, and you looking for me

I'm with the players blowing weed, right in front of the security

They know I'm a factor, they know we a factor

We know we a factor, we know we a factor

[Verse 2]

Club night, xenon headlights

Z06 'vette, I'm getting bread, right?

Shorty on the monthly, I call it the red light

But I just be like, "I can still get some head right?"

I cop two V.I.P sections

Rearrange the velvet rope, put them bitches together

Got a swag and a flow, I'm so together

Got your girl, and you swore ya'll were so together

Wear what I want, fuck what you say go together

No stylist can ever take credit for dressin'

Curren$y the Hot Spitta, niggas spittin' Wessons

Stay high so the game don't have me stressin'

My city show me love when I roll through sections

I feed off that, and I keep on reppin'

That's the energy I need for me to keep on steppin'

Till I get to the top, cause that's where I'm headin'

[Chorus]

No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch

And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean

You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor

You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor

If you in the club, and you looking for me

I'm with the players blowing weed, right in front of the security

They know I'm a factor, they know we a factor

We know we a factor, we know we a factor

[Outro]

We know we a factor, yeah

Yeah, FS Jet Set, where haven't we been yet?

You know, yeah

Higher Than 30,000 Feet, recorded in the LBC

Hot Spitta and fuzzy feet, shout out to my homeboy [?]

Yeah, real life, nigga

Spitta