Flight Mode - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, one, uh

I ain't falling in love this summer

I'm doing my thing this summer

Firing hard, so you better take cover

This one's rocking like no other

I ain't gettin' wrapped up this season

Full speed when I put the keys in

Lay flat while I lace this track

Got bits in the back all touching and teasing

I land in the private, step on a island

The whole gang riding, we super styling

Girls beside me, damn, they look fine

Want a table, a ocean, yeah, I'll buy them

Dance all day then we hit DC

Ten afters bottles 'cause the bottles popping (Popping)

Haters got a problem

Silky's about to go mad, put the mic on

I ain't settling down, it's the wrong time

I'm here for a good time, not a long time (Time)

But I know when she blings that hotline

Phone's on flight mode, sorry babe, offline (Offline)

'Cause I'm too busy winning

Marbella, Nikki Beach, chillin' (Chillin')

What you tryna do? I already did it

You're mad 'cause I'm lookin', but I already hit it

I'm a UK copper, Cali pack shotter (Shotter)

Ram rave robber, my top one's proper

Name another rapper who pulled out

A matchin' Bugatti and a helicopter

She like "Silk, how you got so fly?

Next time you're free, you should come stop by" (Sorry, bye)

Sorry babe, but I'm not that guy

'Cause I still remember when I was not your type