Flight Lyrics

Hahh

Yeah

Yeah, ooh, yeah

Yeah

Aye, yuh, ooh

Yeah I put a 40 mac to his chest now that shit gonna pop

Keep on playing with me keep talking shit nigga your ass gonna die

I ain't got time for niggas I make this cash and then I stay on top

Yeah I got all this guap my money twerk my money milly rock

Shit I ain't got time for these bitches

I be swimming all in these riches

Keep my glock it's with my switches

You ain't got no bread nigga do them dishes

I got this cash and you can't take it

Make this bank it's in rotations

I give out swag it's like donations

I pull up on you got your location

Yeah you broke as hell you hitting up my line like why you begging nigga?

I got your hoe she all up in my room she in my bed lil nigga

Yeah I'm crashing out the whip I caught a case like why you telling nigga?

She ate up all my kids it's on her ass it's in her belly nigga

Lame ass nigga you a felon nigga

Get wealthy can you spell it nigga

Can't see haters like I'm Helen nigga

You ain't my dawg then I ain't bailing niggas

I box a nigga up like Tekken

You fat as hell can't get no seconds

When you get money? I can't reckon

I book this flight and then I check it

Bitch I'm a pilot I go to the sky

Tryna fuck with me can't even try

I done made a hit too many times

Yeah I call my niggas and we gonna slide

That hoe don't want you damn I knew it

You broke as hell you going through it

How I'm wrong? I ain't even do shit

You ain't my dawg lil nigga you losing

I scraped his ass he got that razor

I chopped his head gave him a taper

You fucked that shit up can't erase it

Run your mouth but I won't say shit

You on his dick you always glazing

All this ice it looks like glaciers

I track this money with my tracer

Don't talk shit about me it's really safer

Yeah I put a 40 mac to his chest now that shit gonna pop

Keep on playing with me keep talking shit nigga your ass gonna die

I ain't got time for niggas I make this cash and then I stay on top

Yeah I got all this guap my money twerk my money milly rock

Shit I ain't got time for these bitches

I be swimming all in these riches

Keep my glock it's with my switches

You ain't got no bread nigga do them dishes

I got this cash and you can't take it

Make this bank it's in rotations

I give out swag it's like donations

I pull up on you got your location