Flights

[Verse 1: Freddy Flacko]
Yeah, yeah
She wanna fuck, yeah this lil hoe a model
She like shots, I sip codeine bottles
I'm like "what you want?"
She just walk in Prada
Yeah, i'm fucking this hoe
She got 50k followers
She wanna fuck for free
I won't give her a dollar
You know she a dime
You say she ain't you lying
I got diamonds on the face don't ask me what's the time
And I heard they on my head but I ain't hard to find
My shotta get up on your head and he gone do you slime
She like "baby what you on" yeah i'm on the grind
I just need some time
Without me she blind
And she know I get them racks I get them 10 times
I mean x10, off these drugs my mind's bent
She wanna see me tonight
She a bad bitch and that's my type
Yeah, she wanna hop on a flight
She know I live a rockstar life
Yeah, we pop a X
Fucking in a penthouse
Bend her over, give her pipe
I'm with my brothers for life
Yeah, if you trying me you dying
Yeah, roll em up, put em up in the sky
I really seen my momma cry
If i get 10, I give her 5

[Verse 2: Tristan Dior]
She got 50 on the gram, yeah I hit her with the follow back
She got 50 on the gram, yeah I hit her with the follow back
Her pool got red lights
Infinity pool looking over the heights
My bitch live in the hills
5 A.M. she wanna go on a hike
The Draco got a scope
Why you acting like you don't know?
And I just hit your hoe now she don't wanna let me go

[Outro: Freddy Flacko]
She wanna fuck for free, I won't give her a dollar
I be laid back, Louis on my collar
Yeah, I got so high I couldn't hear her calling
Off them drugs, she wilding
In that coupe we sliding
I ball like Giannis
I'm just being honest