Private Flight Freestyle ian (Ft. tana)
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[Intro: DJ Holiday]
I know it's some haters in here
I see y'all way in the back over there
Y'all need some water? Y'all aight? I know it's hard work
I know y'all paid to get in here for the show
I might give ya money back
[Verse 1: ian]
Can't go band for bag 'cause that would be a mismatch
Louis sweat suit, 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
Nigga play with my name, we might show straight up at yo' door
My cousin in Columbus playing 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?"
[Intro: DJ Holiday]
I know it's some haters in here
I see y'all way in the back over there
Y'all need some water? Y'all aight? I know it's hard work
I know y'all paid to get in here for the show
I might give ya money back
[Verse 1: ian]
Can't go band for bag 'cause that would be a mismatch
Louis sweat suit, 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
Nigga play with my name, we might show straight up at yo' door
My cousin in Columbus playing 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?"
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