FLIGHT RISK Lyrics

She wanna-

She wanna-

She wanna slide, shawty wanna slide (you made this Zero)

Shawty wanna fuck, fuck me for the night

Shawty wanna slide, shawty wanna slide

Shawty wanna fuck, fuck me for the night

Shawty wanna-

Shawty want' fuck for the night (roll it up, roll it up)

She get a pass (yeah, woah)

Feel like a thief in the night (roll it up, roll it up)

'Cause she want it bad

I'm finna catch me a flight (roll it up, roll it up)

'Cause we do the dash (yeah)

Hop in the V, can you drive? (roll it up, roll it up)

'Cause I'm finna crash (woo, talk)

I don't even wanna talk to ya, I don't even wanna walk with ya

New BALENCIAGA, Louis Prada nigga, I don't even gotta drop for ya

I just got a brand new Bentley Bentayga, I'm not even finna chop with ya

I just got a two-door coupe nigga, this shit true nigga, what you do nigga?

I don't got shit to do with you niggas

I don't got shit to prove with you niggas

Man I don't gotta talk, check my pockets and it say I got five, six figures

If that boy wanna talk call my shooters, man I swear they gon' pull that trigger

And he want what I got, you can get it 'soon as you plan to lose lil nigga (yeah)

Yeah, if shawty ain't ghetto than she get a ride

I keep that stick on me, shit by my side

He wanna talk, so get ready to die

I caught lil shawty, don't fuck with them lies

I wasn't trippin' she fuck with the guys

I wasn't trippin' she fuck with the fives

I wasn't trippin' I fuck with the- (fuck)

So let's talk about the business (talk)

Nigga get to the bag and now they trippin'

Give a fuck 'bout a nigga, if he winnin'

Imma get to the top, and that's the mission

Imma get to the top, and that's the goal

In Miami, we chillin' with the bros

In the pent, I might call a couple hoes

Man I got' switch it up, they steal the flow

Gimme the rack, gimme the cash, gimme the bag

Slap on that- (cash, cash)

Gimme the rack, gimme the cash, slap on that-

Slap on that- (cash, cash)

Fuckin' that hoe in a Vetement coat

Know we goin' up, we selling out the shows

She saw me go up and now she wanna roll

We ain't gonna fuck, I pass her to my bros

I don't even wanna talk to ya, I don't even wanna walk with ya

New BALENCIAGA, Louis Prada nigga, I don't even gotta drop for ya

I just got a brand new Bentley Bentayga, I'm not even finna chop with ya

I just got a two-door coupe nigga, this shit true nigga, what you do nigga?

I don't got shit to do with you niggas

I don't got shit to prove with you niggas

Man I don't gotta talk, check my pockets and it say I got five, six figures

If that boy wanna talk call my shooters, man I swear they gon' pull that trigger

And he want what I got, you can get it 'soon as you plan to lose lil nigga (yeah)

Yeah, if shawty ain't ghetto than she get a ride

I keep that stick on me, shit by my side

He wanna talk, so get ready to die

I caught lil shawty, don't fuck with them lies

I wasn't trippin' she fuck with the guys

I wasn't trippin' she fuck with the fives

I wasn't trippin' I fuck with the-