"Flying" lyrics
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
Sweet ones weren't showing no love
I was bruck, stuck in the mud
What was I thinking? Keeping my distance
Now that I realised money make man move different
Windows tinted, driving an old school whip, it's vintage
Brand new G-lock, told bro "Chill"
This time, I don't need no assistance
She wanna come on a ride in the X5
Give her the keys for a test drive
It's cool, she's living her best life
She knows they don't make P round them sides
Still jump out gang on the main road
In case there won't be a next time
Still dip and skrr on the back street
Gotta lay low from the fed lights
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
They keep saying I'm anti
But no new friends, just family
And that's feds in the back so I told my akhi
To the right, "Divert to a plan B"
I can't make you mine, if you hold this shh
I can show you what you can be
And I hit it from the back so good
When she stood, had her walking round like Bambi
I don't care if he's short or lanky
Still get touched same way with the Rambzy
And my brudda likes flicks and ZK's
So much, had to nickname him Stanley
The beef gets fried like scampi
Still dishing out sweets, no candy
And you paid too much for that box
Shoulda rang me, know I got that TT ammi
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
Don't pop up at random
Turn a man ghost while I'm sat in the Phantom
Bando settings, K-Trap is the anthem
Niggas wanna talk but they're not bout the action
Fly uptown, drop P's on some fashion
Flick it in sport, I'ma slap with no traction
Chatting online, tryna get a reaction
Break down these birds, we dish out these fractions
Come country, we're comfy
Stones in my watch, now your girl wanna fuck me
Chopped down the dots and I nicknamed it Stumpy
Pull up to shows, got the crowd moving jumpy
Oh wait, what's that?
When your bro got hit and you didn't ride back
Now you're talking online, you're a bitch or a yat
If you want some revenge then you know we're at
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
Sweet ones weren't showing no love
I was bruck, stuck in the mud
What was I thinking? Keeping my distance
Now that I realised money make man move different
Windows tinted, driving an old school whip, it's vintage
Brand new G-lock, told bro "Chill"
This time, I don't need no assistance
She wanna come on a ride in the X5
Give her the keys for a test drive
It's cool, she's living her best life
She knows they don't make P round them sides
Still jump out gang on the main road
In case there won't be a next time
Still dip and skrr on the back street
Gotta lay low from the fed lights
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
They keep saying I'm anti
But no new friends, just family
And that's feds in the back so I told my akhi
To the right, "Divert to a plan B"
I can't make you mine, if you hold this shh
I can show you what you can be
And I hit it from the back so good
When she stood, had her walking round like Bambi
I don't care if he's short or lanky
Still get touched same way with the Rambzy
And my brudda likes flicks and ZK's
So much, had to nickname him Stanley
The beef gets fried like scampi
Still dishing out sweets, no candy
And you paid too much for that box
Shoulda rang me, know I got that TT ammi
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
Don't pop up at random
Turn a man ghost while I'm sat in the Phantom
Bando settings, K-Trap is the anthem
Niggas wanna talk but they're not bout the action
Fly uptown, drop P's on some fashion
Flick it in sport, I'ma slap with no traction
Chatting online, tryna get a reaction
Break down these birds, we dish out these fractions
Come country, we're comfy
Stones in my watch, now your girl wanna fuck me
Chopped down the dots and I nicknamed it Stumpy
Pull up to shows, got the crowd moving jumpy
Oh wait, what's that?
When your bro got hit and you didn't ride back
Now you're talking online, you're a bitch or a yat
If you want some revenge then you know we're at
Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing
I'm flying
Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets
I'm trying
Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn
By a lion
If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport
We're flying
