Flying Lyrics

Damn, Donny made this

Hopped up in a jet you know we flying, private

So much drip on me not even trying, no stylist

Heard they want to run up, told 'em try it

They always been talking told 'em shut the fuck up be quiet

Shut the fuck up, be quiet

Made a big bag not even trying

I done ran it up, no lying

Opps be hella mad, they crying

I just pulled up (Up)

In that big body GLE truck (Truck)

Got the glocky, it's tucked (Tucked)

All this ice on me, I ain't see no puck

And we give no fucks (Fuck)

Ain't get shit from luck, we got it off the muscle

If you want bag got to run for it, little bro you got to hustle

Diamonds on my chain get to hitting (Hitting)

All them bitches finna tussle (Yeah)

Lil' bro you ain't stopping shit (Shit)

You get the bag then go and fumble (Yeah)

You get the bag then you fumble it, fumble it, fumble it, fumble it, fumble it (Fumble it)

Heard bro want that smoke

I ain't ducking it (Nah)

You trying to come around

Tell me who is you coming with

Big ass chop hold a hundred rounds (Yeah)

You know we be dumb equipped (Yeah, uh)

We not going down

Never knew you in the past, don't act like you know me now (No)

I know it ain't nobody gon' hold me down, uh

Thought you was my brother 'till you sold me out

You was never trying to help a fucking homie out

Never, uh

Hopped up in a jet you know we flying, private

So much drip on me not even trying, no stylist

Heard they want to run up, told 'em try it

They always been talking told 'em shut the fuck up be quiet