Flying Lyrics

Oh we so smooth

Oh we so rude

Check

Yo

It's Z-Z-Zeno, flip beats like a Kilo

Got someone's wife in the club, grinding up on my chinos

I got stupid game, but I scored a couple free throws

Drive-by screaming, Fuck You, like I'm CeeLo

Met her in Miami, but I took her on a date in South

Got her down and dirty, grab her Birkin while we're making out

Straight to gripping, she ain't wait for me to take it out

She ain't baking now, I got her twerking while we're laying down

Yo

Drop a gear and then you see me dip

Almost at the crib, you hear the whip before I pull it in

BBS rims, got a honey grabbing all her friends

One switch drop low, ain't no issue getting in

Yo, I like my GT3s, my M4s, X5s, and my EP3s

I'm on the M45, doin need for speed

I got a remap, so Feds ain't catching Z

I want a two-tone ghost, purple paint with the leather seats

Fur coat with a cane, my fits P.I.M.P

Crocodile loafers, baguette diamond chokers

Snow white Rovers equipped with the reclining seats

Tip the chauffeur, tell him leave the keys in it

I got her giving dome while I'm in traffic weaving it

Seats lean back so I can go sleep in it

And it came with champagne glasses, bubbly and tint

So I can toast with your B in it, but she's teeth in it

So I flip her now I'm beating it, debating on keeping it

She never thought that a gringo could leap in it

Should've seen her face when I lasted more than three minutes

I don't know what you're stressing about, girl

I see you stressed when we're out and about, but

You ain't gotta stress when you're with me

When you're chilling with Z

Ain't gotta stress about P

Oh, we're so fly

Oh, we're so smooth

See my whole crew

Oh, it's so rude

I know this chick from East

That don't care about a boy's Benz

Link her on her Lime bike, tell her fuck her boyfriend

Girl from west don't fuck with my friends

It's a shame cause I only roll with YBS

I got a chick from North that's way too much stress

Got me growing grey hairs every time that we text

Anytime in the day, any day in the week

Shit, she gotta be para, boy, I don't even cheat

Girls want a loyal boy, and they want a rich one

Girl, tell me which one, Bae, you gotta pick one

Options on my list, I gotta tick one

Hoes come and go, but I'll still take the thick one

Cuh my crews like a militia

We all carry big guns

Scrap that, that's whack chat

We all carry big funds

Only want the best for us

Balling in a Citroen

Wanna get us all chains

That's A-jeweller Linkup

I don't know what you're stressing about

Girl, I see you stressed when we're out and about

But you ain't gotta stress when you're with me

When you're chilling with Z

Ain't gotta stress about P

Sweet, man, listen, that's Zeno, it's a wrap

What can I say, man, big funds next year

Shout out to the producers, shout out to Z1

Just chilling doing his thing