{Intro: ZAYSKII}

[? beats] yeah, yeah, yeah, shoutout Zaytoven man

Yeah, my coupe all black, treat that hallway like a trap

I'm just tryna' get you back

We both know its strings attached

Every couple all black, treat that hallway like a trap

I'm just tryna' get you back

We both know its strings attached

Yeah, my coupe all black, treat that hallway like a trap

I'm just tryna' get you back

We both know its strings attached

Everytime I hit yo' phone, you miss the first one then call back

I know you hate it when I'm gone, but I'm just tryna' get that sack

You might as well go ahead and come home

Down to the lane that's where I'm at

Ion' even trip when we fall out, cause everytime you just run back

And if you ever run yo' mouth

You lost my trust and won't get it back

I ain't gon' lie I miss yo' smile

Cause when you smile, I'm gon' smile back (Yeah)

My coupe all black, treat that hallway like a trap

I'm just tryna' get you back

We both know its strings attached

Everytime I hit yo' phone, you miss the first one then call back

I know you hate it when I'm gone, but I'm just tryna' get that sack

You might as well go ahead and come home

Down to the lane that's where I'm at

Ion' even trip when we fall out, cause everytime you just run back

And if you ever run yo' mouth

You lost my trust and won't get it back (and that's on god)

(Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Private Flight Gang, ya' dig?

Coupe all black, and ya' hoe on dat'

If I call then fall back, yeah, we rich but I called that

Chromeheart wallet, with this shit I'm poppin'

Do they hate you? Probably

Why you hatin'? Watch this

Yeah, yeah, I could show you **** how to do it

I don’t speak no other language

If you talkin' money, baby, I'm fluent

Private Flight Gang just flew in

In Atlanta Georgia just pouring

When I wake up we get to it

Coupe all black I'm zooming (Yeah)

My coupe all black, treat that hallway like a trap

I'm just tryna' get you back

We both know its strings attached

Everytime I hit yo' phone, you miss the first one then call back

I know you hate it when I'm gone, but I'm just tryna' get that sack

You might as well go ahead and come home

Down to the lane that's where I'm at

Ion' even trip when we fall out, cause everytime you just run back

And if you ever run yo' mouth

You lost my trust and won't get it back (yeah)