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Flyin' Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Grindstone
Length: 3:21
Written by: Darel Dawson




Grindstone - Flyin' Out Lyrics




Gangsta shit is goofy if it ain't about ends
If you fall out over paper
Then you ain't real friends
I f*ck with 6 & 7's, but I date my 10
Boot heels in top soil I smash out for the win
CASH out for the foreign gravel I travel
Run this f*ckin game
From South Beach to Seattle
Teal Tiffany's boxes bought from bread of the street
To seeing sea anemones in a turquoise reef
Concealed enemies might suck on they teeth
But I'll knock them dentures out and let 'em gum on my beef...
Numb in disbelief when real dudes pretend
I got you baby...
Now let's fly in the wind...
It ain't no sauce thicker than this
Close your eyes and wish
Then let those high heels click

We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out

F*ck all y'all Niggaaaaz
And the bitches be trippin
I'm my own travel agent
Savin, movin, & stickin
On a penny I pivot
Travel bag & boarding pass
I'm a location switcher
We dip out in the dusk
They name drop us
I spit game, I buss
I'm tame, I cuss
I train in the cuts
No lame I trust
Fly as a Japanese dragon
Toasting glasses and braggin
Here's to the GOOD TIMES!
Bungalow dreamin'
Illegal retail
Luke Cage redemption
Smell the stench of the pimpin
Patterns of f*ckin fire
From the tread of the tires
Loosely threaded mentals
I'm HACKSAW Reynolds

BITCH
I pull up in a WHITE jont
Doin some shit that nigga MIGHT won't
Look at them KIDS
They yellin "Grindstone!"
Fly out with me
I'll leave your mind blown...
I take it to the tombstone....

Bitch I'm spotless...
Cleaner than sanitized Santa...
And I got broads in Atlanta!
Ford frames on my face
Ghetto pass in place
About to dine with a dime
Puttin this game in her scalp...

We out!

We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
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Gangsta shit is goofy if it ain't about ends
If you fall out over paper
Then you ain't real friends
I f*ck with 6 & 7's, but I date my 10
Boot heels in top soil I smash out for the win
CASH out for the foreign gravel I travel
Run this f*ckin game
From South Beach to Seattle
Teal Tiffany's boxes bought from bread of the street
To seeing sea anemones in a turquoise reef
Concealed enemies might suck on they teeth
But I'll knock them dentures out and let 'em gum on my beef...
Numb in disbelief when real dudes pretend
I got you baby...
Now let's fly in the wind...
It ain't no sauce thicker than this
Close your eyes and wish
Then let those high heels click

We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out

F*ck all y'all Niggaaaaz
And the bitches be trippin
I'm my own travel agent
Savin, movin, & stickin
On a penny I pivot
Travel bag & boarding pass
I'm a location switcher
We dip out in the dusk
They name drop us
I spit game, I buss
I'm tame, I cuss
I train in the cuts
No lame I trust
Fly as a Japanese dragon
Toasting glasses and braggin
Here's to the GOOD TIMES!
Bungalow dreamin'
Illegal retail
Luke Cage redemption
Smell the stench of the pimpin
Patterns of f*ckin fire
From the tread of the tires
Loosely threaded mentals
I'm HACKSAW Reynolds

BITCH
I pull up in a WHITE jont
Doin some shit that nigga MIGHT won't
Look at them KIDS
They yellin "Grindstone!"
Fly out with me
I'll leave your mind blown...
I take it to the tombstone....

Bitch I'm spotless...
Cleaner than sanitized Santa...
And I got broads in Atlanta!
Ford frames on my face
Ghetto pass in place
About to dine with a dime
Puttin this game in her scalp...

We out!

We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out Baby
We flyin out
We flyin out
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Writer: Darel Dawson
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