Flew By You
Out the pool fresh out, yeah, Chris Tucker, Rush Hour
Of course, I bring the freaks out, Promethazine, slow route
Ain't nobody killing my high now, I'm too uh-uh-up-up
I can't give out numbers (By you, by you)
(Woah, yeah) Yeah, I gotta have my options
Yeah, I gotta know what I'm 'bout to buy
Yeah, I gotta make deposits, yeah, I gotta make it multiply
(Yeah, I see you watching)
Why you checking my pockets? Why you keeping a evil eye?
Ooh, I flew by you (Flew by)
Thank you for nothing
Ah, looking down on you
(Oh, that's you?)
All this smoke, good dope
Hold on (Yeah), that's you, that's you (That's you)
I just flew right by you (I just flew)
Make room, make room (Shoo)
Real nigga come through
We the ones making it live, these niggas be living in lies
Stay away from blurry lines, too woke, yeah
We don't entertain the fines, who make rules, and who got time?
Must be drunk and out yo' mind you know? Ah
Gang do anything they like you know, ah
You know the jet gon' save us time it go, ah
Might stop at Vegas for the night, let's go, ah
One of us keep a stick and it's on sight, can't trust a soul
Ooh, I flew by you (I flew)
Thank you for nothing (Yeah)
Ah, looking down on you
(Oh, that's you?)
Only smoke good dope
Hold on (Yeah), that's you, that's you (That's you)
I just flew right by you (I just flew)
Of course, I bring the freaks out, Promethazine, slow route
Ain't nobody killing my high now, I'm too uh-uh-up-up
I can't give out numbers (By you, by you)
(Woah, yeah) Yeah, I gotta have my options
Yeah, I gotta know what I'm 'bout to buy
Yeah, I gotta make deposits, yeah, I gotta make it multiply
(Yeah, I see you watching)
Why you checking my pockets? Why you keeping a evil eye?
Ooh, I flew by you (Flew by)
Thank you for nothing
Ah, looking down on you
(Oh, that's you?)
All this smoke, good dope
Hold on (Yeah), that's you, that's you (That's you)
I just flew right by you (I just flew)
Make room, make room (Shoo)
Real nigga come through
We the ones making it live, these niggas be living in lies
Stay away from blurry lines, too woke, yeah
We don't entertain the fines, who make rules, and who got time?
Must be drunk and out yo' mind you know? Ah
Gang do anything they like you know, ah
You know the jet gon' save us time it go, ah
Might stop at Vegas for the night, let's go, ah
One of us keep a stick and it's on sight, can't trust a soul
Ooh, I flew by you (I flew)
Thank you for nothing (Yeah)
Ah, looking down on you
(Oh, that's you?)
Only smoke good dope
Hold on (Yeah), that's you, that's you (That's you)
I just flew right by you (I just flew)
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Writer(s): Aliaune Thiam, Mark Makora Mbogo
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