Flying

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 f*ck up be quiet Shut the f*ck 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 (F*ck) 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 f*ck up be quiet