Flyght
Brycey on a flight now
Ask him what he likes now
Ask her turn the lights down
Call me mr. right now
I guess I'm her type now
She talk to me nice now
I know I'm so god damn selfish
But I wouldn't wanna be no body else bitch
Came so fast, babe he can't help it
Way she call for god, I can tell she felt it
All that green on her like she with the celtics
Running schemes on em like some nfl shit
Hold a beam on em, put em down in hell quick
Ring ya fuckin bell who the hell ya gone tell bitch
Took a lot of L's bent that shit into a dub
Looking like a scrub in the club shoulder shrug
Middle finger up whole club finger fucked
Smelling like a baller, lil boy you a sub
Your lady throwing it back on me and she got a rush
I don't say much and shorty started blushin
Said I'm tryina fuck
Now she ask why you rushin
Think I done putin all this work just for nothing
Been up to something for like 9 or 10 summers
Don't call it come up baby call that shit a run up
Same skinny light skin y'all were makin fun of
I want all the problems and the gossip and the drama
When you god sent you gotta
Baby needs some prada
Something to be proud of
This the bedroom or the gala
Told her dress down
Now her dress on the ground
Let her hair down
Made a mess on her gown
Brycey on a flight now
Ask him what he likes now
Ask her turn the lights down
Call me Mr. Right Now
I guess I'm her type now
She talk to me nice now
Up in this bitch at 5 am
Wake every trip like I am him
Take it to the air
Oh, I intent to
How it up there
No I can't hear you
2023, 24, 25 etc
They all mine
Cant you see through the blindness
Even when I make some bullshit for the mindless
Every thing I touch turn to diamond
Im talking bout timeless
Fuck an assignment
You can't assign me
Let alone find me
Turn on the high beams
Stopping your time piece
One of a kind
You just one of them type beats
Bitches want nikes, that shit don't excite me
Moving at light speed, no time to sight see
Told the world try me, knew they wouldn't like me
Looking at the end times
I call it perfect timing, on the cusp of a come back
Cumming on a nun back just to bring the son back
Christian's gonna love that
Heard about the jews and muslims in a contest
Taken out of context
Hindu with the process
What about about the progress
Ask him what he likes now
Ask her turn the lights down
Call me mr. right now
I guess I'm her type now
She talk to me nice now
I know I'm so god damn selfish
But I wouldn't wanna be no body else bitch
Came so fast, babe he can't help it
Way she call for god, I can tell she felt it
All that green on her like she with the celtics
Running schemes on em like some nfl shit
Hold a beam on em, put em down in hell quick
Ring ya fuckin bell who the hell ya gone tell bitch
Took a lot of L's bent that shit into a dub
Looking like a scrub in the club shoulder shrug
Middle finger up whole club finger fucked
Smelling like a baller, lil boy you a sub
Your lady throwing it back on me and she got a rush
I don't say much and shorty started blushin
Said I'm tryina fuck
Now she ask why you rushin
Think I done putin all this work just for nothing
Been up to something for like 9 or 10 summers
Don't call it come up baby call that shit a run up
Same skinny light skin y'all were makin fun of
I want all the problems and the gossip and the drama
When you god sent you gotta
Baby needs some prada
Something to be proud of
This the bedroom or the gala
Told her dress down
Now her dress on the ground
Let her hair down
Made a mess on her gown
Brycey on a flight now
Ask him what he likes now
Ask her turn the lights down
Call me Mr. Right Now
I guess I'm her type now
She talk to me nice now
Up in this bitch at 5 am
Wake every trip like I am him
Take it to the air
Oh, I intent to
How it up there
No I can't hear you
2023, 24, 25 etc
They all mine
Cant you see through the blindness
Even when I make some bullshit for the mindless
Every thing I touch turn to diamond
Im talking bout timeless
Fuck an assignment
You can't assign me
Let alone find me
Turn on the high beams
Stopping your time piece
One of a kind
You just one of them type beats
Bitches want nikes, that shit don't excite me
Moving at light speed, no time to sight see
Told the world try me, knew they wouldn't like me
Looking at the end times
I call it perfect timing, on the cusp of a come back
Cumming on a nun back just to bring the son back
Christian's gonna love that
Heard about the jews and muslims in a contest
Taken out of context
Hindu with the process
What about about the progress
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Luckie
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