"Flight School" lyrics
(feat. Chedda Bang)
Yeah, yeah
10304 shit, king size, ya dig?
Sir I, your highness
Egyptian walking on this shit
Cashmere Brown shit
Bang, what up?
I dance with the devil, twisting fifth with the wicked witch
The difference is we the same cloth, I'm just a different stitch
Organize the lake, 9 to 5 I'm a survivalist
Livest in the business, my style is on your wish list
Witness, I talk loud, ringing like a .40 cal
They call me foul, but your highness, what they call me now?
The diamond in the back, that's my shorty, wow
The sunroof top, cost me 40 thou
Fuck you talking about fly, this is flight school
Daddy cool, pushin' 9-11 ice blue
Stormy weather, I'ma still get that kite through
Then celebrate the score, Billy white shoes
My name in lights, boss, how you working?
That's for the cash, I'm in the fast lane merging
So now your bird steady chirping for a Birkin
She broke both heels, twerking behind the curtains
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
Hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
Tricking, bitching, and hating, that ain't the Rebel way
Last to the true, that mean the real you every day
I'm from where the sights really take your breath away
And what you see'll burn your eyes like pepper spray
Heavenly father, bless my soul while I step through the cold
Black 11s on, neck full of gold
Fuck the records sold, Rebel flow, F up the globe
Grime time, high stepping, put your question on hold
Let them know, this is martyr status
No opposition, only target practice
Bar savage off your back, bitch, hard to imagine
I came from the corner rapping
Now the baddest bitch want me to autograph her tits
Yeah, INS, yours truly
I don't write rhymes, I write the score to the movie
Money the cause, so that's a pause on the groupies
You said they call her [?] is juicy
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
10304 shit, king size, ya dig?
Sir I, your highness
Egyptian walking on this shit
Cashmere Brown shit
Bang, what up?
I dance with the devil, twisting fifth with the wicked witch
The difference is we the same cloth, I'm just a different stitch
Organize the lake, 9 to 5 I'm a survivalist
Livest in the business, my style is on your wish list
Witness, I talk loud, ringing like a .40 cal
They call me foul, but your highness, what they call me now?
The diamond in the back, that's my shorty, wow
The sunroof top, cost me 40 thou
Fuck you talking about fly, this is flight school
Daddy cool, pushin' 9-11 ice blue
Stormy weather, I'ma still get that kite through
Then celebrate the score, Billy white shoes
My name in lights, boss, how you working?
That's for the cash, I'm in the fast lane merging
So now your bird steady chirping for a Birkin
She broke both heels, twerking behind the curtains
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
Hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
Tricking, bitching, and hating, that ain't the Rebel way
Last to the true, that mean the real you every day
I'm from where the sights really take your breath away
And what you see'll burn your eyes like pepper spray
Heavenly father, bless my soul while I step through the cold
Black 11s on, neck full of gold
Fuck the records sold, Rebel flow, F up the globe
Grime time, high stepping, put your question on hold
Let them know, this is martyr status
No opposition, only target practice
Bar savage off your back, bitch, hard to imagine
I came from the corner rapping
Now the baddest bitch want me to autograph her tits
Yeah, INS, yours truly
I don't write rhymes, I write the score to the movie
Money the cause, so that's a pause on the groupies
You said they call her [?] is juicy
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
The hands on the milly say it's go time
No dick riding, I be grinding for my own shine
You been hating me this whole time
Get your own homie, you ain't got to chase mines
