Sky's The Limit

Sky's The Limit - Lil Levyy (Prod. by Prod. by L3vi x Rxger x OwskiOnTheBeat x BandLab Studios x VVS Records x Red Valley Records x Interscope Records)
Guys I'm unfortunately postponing the album I planned for you guys, it'll be out soon and I'm lwk busy asl, finna try to get to release more singles. Thank you for staying with me through all these rocky times and here's one of many singles I have planned for you guys, till the album comes, and it's full...
(Sky's the limit and you already know-woah-oh)
(I'm runnin it up 'till it's over)
(Pourin up juice cause I hate being sober)
(I got some homies, put you on a poster)
(Air that shit out when we back out the Rover, brrah)
I’m stackin bread, fuck a limit, I’m focused (on track)
Bottle in hand, take a sip, then I’m floatin (on my own path)
Team on my back, if you trip, we gon explode shit (hunnid bands as a ratio, like shit)
Hop out the whip, fuck the talk, let the pole spit (grrah-bang type shit)
New money flowing, my pockets ain’t folding (like fuck no)
Wrist on freeze, got my whole arm fuckin frozen (that shit be cold)
She wanna ride, but that bitch got emotions (fuck that bitch hoe)
High as the sky, I’m the one they be quotin (woah)
Yeah you know, I got places to bounce (hella plans for real)
Shawty shuffling like a bop man she like to pounce (she like to pounce for real)
Made it to top-tier, nigga I’m the one to announce (to the crowd)
Smokin opps like a dooby, going from ounce to ounce (like OTV)
(yeah yeah)
If you fuck around with me, get yo ass removed, get it renounced (fuck around, renounced)
Put the choppa to that nigga head, now he tryna flounce (grrah grrah)
Equal the odds, finna replace, and rebalance shit yuh (make it even like 50/50)
Lil Levyy, remember the name, don’t mispronounce it bitch (or you gon see)
(yeah x4)
I’m stackin bread, fuck a limit, I’m focused (on track)
Bottle in hand, take a sip, then I’m floatin (on my own path)
Team on my back, if you trip, we gon explode shit (hunnid bands as a ratio, like shit)
Hop out the whip, fuck the talk, let the pole spit (grrah-bang type shit)
New money flowing, my pockets ain’t folding (like fuck no)
Wrist on freeze, got my whole arm fuckin frozen (that shit be cold)
She wanna ride, but that bitch got emotions (fuck that bitch hoe)
High as the sky, I’m the one they be quotin (woah)
I been on a mission, gotta stay strong and hold my ground (fuck the opps for real)
Pockets full of damn gold, got my haters like "wow" (look at that)
Money never fold, stack it up in a pile (just like em bands)
Bitches gettin more bold, but I ain’t in denial (badder by the minute)
They told me I’d fall, now I’m breakin the mold (ooh-woah)
Ice on my wrist, every drip gettin sold (see me grow)
New chain hittin, got the neck on froze (brrt, like damn it's too cold)
Sky’s the limit, yeah, that’s just how it goes (try me)
(High as the sky, yeah, I'm touchin the fuckin stars)
(Swerving through the city man I’m in love with the cars)
(My dreams turn to life when you hustle this hard)
(Aiming for the top, I don’t care about no scars)
I’m stackin bread, fuck a limit, I’m focused (on track)
Bottle in hand, take a sip, then I’m floatin (on my own path)
Team on my back, if you trip, we gon explode shit (hunnid bands as a ratio, like shit)
Hop out the whip, fuck the talk, let the pole spit (grrah-bang type shit)
New money flowing, my pockets ain’t folding (like fuck no)
Wrist on freeze, got my whole arm fuckin frozen (that shit be cold)
She wanna ride, but that bitch got emotions (fuck that bitch hoe)
High as the sky, I’m the one they be quotin (woah)
(yuh)
(VVS in yo ears)
(RVR made this)
(We out)