Flight Mode

Yeah
One
Uh

I ain't falling in love this summer
I'm doing my thing this summer
Firing hard so you better take cover
This one's rocking like no other
I ain't getting wrapped up this season
Full speed when I put the keys in
Lay flat while I lace this track
Got bits in the back all touching and teasing

I land in the private
Step on a island
The whole gang riding
We super styling
Girls beside me
Damn, they look fine
Want a table, a ocean
Yeah, I'll buy them

Dance all day then we hit DC
Ten afters bottles 'cause the bottles popping (popping)
Haters got a problem
Silky's about to go mad, put the mic on

I ain't settling down, it's the wrong time
I'm here for a good time, not a long time (time)
But I know when she blings that hotline
Phone's on flight mode, sorry babe, offline (offline)
'Cause I'm too busy winning
Marbella, Nikki Beach, chilling (chillin')
What you tryna do? I already did it
You're mad 'cause I'm looking but I already hit it

I'm a UK copper, Cali pack shotter (shotter)
Ram rave robber, my top one's proper
Name another rapper who pulled out a matching Bugatti and a helicopter
She like "Silk, how you got so fly?
Next time you're free, you should come stop by" (sorry, bye)
Sorry babe, but I'm not that guy
'Cause I still remember when I was not your type

I ain't falling in love this summer
I'm doing my thing this summer
Firing hard so you better take cover
This one's rocking like no other
I ain't getting wrapped up this season
Full speed when I put the keys in
Lay flat while I lace this track
Got bits in the back all touching and teasing