Flight Assist ft. QU4N Lyrics

Yeah, ties nigga

You know how this shit go, foreal

Said this shit off the dome, ain't no writing shit (Yeah)

Said you with your ho, then I done piped the bitch (Foreal)

And nine times out of ten, I didn't like the bitch

You flew her out, and I fucked, that's a flight assist (Ooh)

And I put it on God you can't touch me (On God)

All the blue on my bitch and she love me (Foreal)

Off the cup so I'm feeling like Lucki (One hunnid)

You my son, I might give you a nuggie

Got a bitch that's gon' drop off her kids to come see me

See my neck and my wrist, and see fiji

If I'm Mario bitch you Luigi

Know you slimey, you moving too greasy

Got another that's dying to see me

I'm doing some shit that you can't

I hop off a flight, then go catch a deposit, then back on the flight, then fly straight to the bank

You ain't got no rank, my young niggas high off that dank

And the shit that you put out to start

Don't try to press Von or the rest of the ties gon' be hot on yo ass

So we pulling yo card

Talking 'bout BackPack, I'm talking 'bout Kayla

I'm talking 'bout Lik, if he catch you I can't save ya

I'm talking 'bout Laffy, that nigga the one and the two

He keep that iron like he Jason Statham

50G pulling shit from the 3 like he Tatum

If you understand, got to quote it for Batum my nigga

Off the dome, ain't no paper my nigga

Can't conversate, ain't 'bout no paper my nigga, lil bitch

Getting tired of you feminine niggas

This just a sample of rimming it nigga

And I swear to God I'm not feeling you niggas, no Diddy (Ha-ha)

I am not feeling you niggas, but I'm gon' feel on ya ho (Feel on ya ho)

I was born to get the green, and I'm born to count up the dough (Count up my racks)

I am gon' fuck on yo bitch, and I kick her right out the door

I do this shit for the ties, and we gon' get money for sure, 150 (Foreal)

I do this shit for the ties, lil nigga, but you should know that I am 1 of 1

I get the racks, the cheese, the hoes, and these niggas sweeter than honey buns

And you know I'm number 1, and this bitch is going dumb

And you know I ain't never been no runner up

And you know I got the gun, and she want to feel my tongue, I was young and she was like 21

I ain't talking 'bout savage, your ho really average

I been getting green, I ain't talking 'bout no cabbage

He looking for the hoes that's made out of plastic

I want the ones that know they a bad bitch

Uh, this a QU4N and Von show

I want the green, I want the cheese, I'ma count up my dough

I don't want yo ho

Told her ass "get out the door"

Uh, yeah, foreal (Ties nigga)