[Intro]

(Private mothefuckin' flight gang, ya dig?)

Grrah

​bana, bana, baby (Slatt)

I just feel like— I just feel like it's one of them ones, you know?

You see what I'm sayin'? Hahaha

(Fwah)

[Chorus]

Goin' up like I'm 'posed to

Goin' up like I'm 'posed to

Hundred racks off the Pro Tools (Haha, what the—?)

Did the shit they say I won't do (Yeah)

I don't like her being too loud

Make me scared to say I want you

Pour it up, let's get too high

Gettin' faded cause we 'posed to (Yeah)

[Verse]

Gettin' money like I'm 'posed to (Yeah)

Cut these bitches off 'cause I'm 'posed to

Cut these niggas off like I'm 'posed to

Fuck 'round, put his ass on a poster (Woo)

Take the '43 up out the holster

Shoot the double D's like a solider

Sing my melodies like she 'posed to

I been told y'all niggas I was on one (Yeah)

I spend fifty thousand and forgot it

Swear I hate it when these bitches talkin'

I'm just fuckin' with her 'cause her body

I might pop the motherfuckin' shroom bar

Top the Shirley Temple off with molly

I was talkin' to the fuckin' serpent, I hung up the phone, he couldn't do shit 'bout it

I'm just lookin' like one of the disciples as soon as I step in this motherfuckin' party

Slide to Nevada to see my lil' bitch

I ain't flyin' in business, I'm flyin' in private (I'm flyin' in private)

Why the fuck would I fuck with these bitches?

They runnin' they mouth and they lovin' the talkin' (On God)

And on God, I been too damn quiet for too damn long, now the GOAT has spoken

I spent a hundred thousand and forgot it

I swear I hate it when these bitches talkin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just fuckin' with her 'cause her body (Yeah, yeah)

Top the Shirley Temple off with molly (Yeah, yeah)

I was talkin' to the fuckin' Baphomet, hung up the phone, he couldn't do shit 'bout it (Wah)

And I'm dressed like a fuckin' disciple as soon as I step in this motherfuckin' party, oh yeah (Wah, wah)

[Chorus]

Goin' up like I'm 'posed to

Goin' up like I'm 'posed to (Like I'm 'posed to)

Hundred racks off the Pro Tools (Pro Tools, woah)

And I done did the shit they say I won't do

I don't like her being too loud (Oh yeah)

Make me scared to say I want you (Oh yeah)

Pour it up, let's get too high (Pour it)

Gettin' faded cause we 'posed to (Wah)

[Outro]

Woo

You know what the fuck goin' on, hmm

It's just like—

It's just like, I just put it down for so long, like—

Gettin' money like I'm 'posed to

I just never said shit

I got bands, I been had it like that

And they just ain't know 'cause I ain't say shit (Wah)

Why the fuck—

Why the fuck you gon' spoil the surprise, you know?

I just feel like— I just feel like it's one of them ones, you know? You know?

(Private Flight Gang, bitch)

(Private Flight Gang)