Flyer Lyrics

Selling up my bars to the highest buyer

Out of this park like a Philly's flyer

I see this girl, she peng, I admire (Oh)

She come over to me, and she rate the attire

Spinning on these fools like we living on a tire

Heating up these bars like we living in a dryer

Add a little fuel, and we turn this shit to fire

You say that I'm capping, but I ain't a liar

I'm writing my plans, and I'm making my strats (Strats)

I see your girl, and she look like a brat

She told me come over, and said, "ASAP"

She say I look good, and said, "No cap"

My mind's racing like I'm doing a lap

I respect my boys, but does the thunder clap? (Does it?)

Plans laid out like I'm reading on a map (A map)

End it right there, yeah, I called it a wrap (A wrap)

Only going up like a geyser (Yeah, yeah)

Shine too bright, I need a visor

Man at the wheel, I am the driver (Errr)

No going low, I'm not a diver

All these looks, yeah, they expire

Can't be kept like a vampire

Looks, they fade, I need a rider (Rider)

Don't need gloves, I'm not a fighter

Calling my phone, the baddies are back

They don't come alone, they come in a pack

They want the cars, and the house, and the stack (Stack)

All these hoes, they be acting wack (Wack)

Calling my phone, the baddies are back

They don't come alone, they come in a pack

They want the cars, and the house, and the stack (Stack)

All these hoes, they be acting wack

Selling up my bars to the highest buyer

Out of this park like a Philly's flyer

I see this girl, she peng, I admire (Oh)

She come over to me, and she rate the attire

Spinning on these fools like we living on a tire

Heating up these bars like we living in a dryer

Add a little fuel, and we turn this shit to fire

You say that I'm capping, but I ain't a liar

I'm writing my plans, and I'm making my strats (Strats)

I see your girl, and she look like a brat

She told me come over, and said, "ASAP"

She say I look good, and said, "No cap"

My mind's racing like I'm doing a lap

I respect my boys, but does the thunder clap? (Does it?)

Plans laid out like I'm reading on a map (A map)

End it right there, yeah, I called it a wrap (A wrap)

They be tripping tryna steal my style

Waste my time, yeah, that be mild

Steal my shit, now, that be vile (That's vile)

Like Thornberrys, they be wild

Got the wheels, so I go the miles

Like chess, I go through tiles

Get lost, I need exiled

Bitches hungry like crocodiles

Calling my phone, the baddies are back

They don't come alone, they come in a pack

They want the cars, and the house, and the stack (Stack)

All these hoes, they be acting wack (Wack)

Calling my phone, the baddies are back

They don't come alone, they come in a pack

They want the cars, and the house, and the stack (Stack)

All these hoes, they be acting wack

Selling up my bars to the highest buyer

Out of this park like a Philly's flyer

I see this girl, she peng, I admire (Oh)

She come over to me, and she rate the attire

Spinning on these fools like we living on a tire

Heating up these bars like we living in a dryer

Add a little fuel, and we turn this shit to fire

You say that I'm capping, but I ain't a liar

I'm writing my plans, and I'm making my strats (Strats)

I see your girl, and she look like a brat

She told me come over, and said, "ASAP"

She say I look good, and said, "No cap"

My mind's racing like I'm doing a lap

I respect my boys, but does the thunder clap? (Does it?)

Plans laid out like I'm reading on a map (A map)

End it right there, yeah, I called it a wrap (A wrap)

Bitches be here in denial

Hoeing out just to be viral

Rags to riches with one title

The M-R-S, that shit be final

All these fakes will spin you in a spiral

Get a real one that will be the revival

Don't need a bitch that's always hostile

All these hoes should not be your idol

Not be your idol-ol

Not be your idol-ol

Not be your idol-ol

Not be your idol-ol-ol