PRIVATE FLIGHT FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, what the f—?
Private Flight Gang, b*tch
Private motherf*ckin' Flight, ya dig?
Haha, what the f—?

[Verse 1: ian]
Can't go band for bag 'cause that would be a mismatch
Louis sweat suit, look like I'm teachin' gym class
We gon' send 'em hell, he just sent a dispatch
I need a restroom, this money fallin' out my ass
I'm hangin' up that phone if you ain't callin' 'bout a bag
We bangin' through yo' door if you don't wanna let us in
Shoes red on the bottom like it's lava on the floor

[Verse 2: tana]
I don't do no features, I just had to let you know
The way she suck me up, you'd think she was a natural
We walked straight out the clique park with a lot of baggage, ho
n*gga play with my name, we might show straight up at your door
My cousin in Columbus, playin' with a batch of dope
Turn this sh*t to Fortnite, we leave his crew dead
Run him out his pockets, we might turn his blues red
I don't know that boy, ain't heard of him like, "Who's that?"

[Verse 3: ian]
Uh, baby, come and take a ride inside this Mulsanne
Windows tinted, percentage five, I feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm still in it, I'm damn near at the line in first place
You still textin', I take you to Milan on first date
Ho, get a grip, it's a hundred more in line, don't get attached (Huh)
Ten vibes, one car, ten pounds, won't stop
I don't check the price tag, I just pull a dub out
If I bring a lot of hoes, I'll probably shut the f*ckin' club down
[Verse 4: tana]
If I lace up my sneakers, boy I don't think you can run now
Most y'all n*ggas green, Shrek lookin' ass n*gga
Damn, this sh*t so big, I don't think it could get bigger
He play with my guys, I might have to Will Smith him
When I roll up this Backwood, no Swisher
Bana Franklin, I'ma blues countin' kinda n*gga
I pull up with ian in that motherf*ckin' Sprinter
You know Lil Bana, he'll blast 'bout the [?]

[Verse 5: ian & tana]
Go 'head tuck it in, we on yo' ass 'bout that chinnin' (Huh)
Careful with my name, I'm runnin' hell through yo' city
Oh, you with yo' b*tch? I'm bustin' shells at her titties (Huh)
Scared of TSA 'cause why the bag smell funny?
Oh, that boy said somethin' 'bout Bana, we gon' get up with him