[Intro]
Haha, what the f—?
Private Flight Gang, bitch
Private motherfuckin' 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***a play with my name, we might show straight up at your door
My cousin in Columbus, playin' with a batch of dope
Turn this shit 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 fuckin' club down
[Verse 4: tana]
If I lace up my sneakers, boy I don't think you can run now
Most y'all n***as green, Shrek lookin' ass n***a
Damn, this shit 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***a
I pull up with ian in that motherfuckin' 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' bitch? 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