Flyy

Ayo
Yo, where the fuck the clock at, yo?

Ayo, they asked if the work swimmin', Lord, forgive 'em
Michael Phelps in the pot, it's reeking up in Connie's kitchen
Nigga put a pinky in the raw brick, 20 for a half, no shake
He looked at me and said "delicious"
Nigga had to learn a little Spanish
You dropped your work and then it vanished
Put my models on a plate, not time for table manners
Revolving doors at the penitentiary
Dispensaries calling my name
Raw paper stuffed with headband
I'm the flyest nigga ever on the mic
You disagree and you're a dead man
Christian Dior is in the morgue
Had 2 fingers up in Coco Chanel
New York strip medium well
I left his brains on a Gigi Plate
You fucking with me, no way
I'm fucking genuine like Salt Lay
Ferragamo flight jacket, I'm 'bout to take flight
Niggas'll tell on their moms they give that bitch life
Niggas'll tell on their moms they give that bitch life

Frank White, King of New York shit
Deep like Queen Afua
Or E Badu-a
Mixed with Big in 96 on some real fuck a bitch shit
In Plum poetry I trust, sipping Moët
Sprinkled with rose petal dust
My life is a blatant contradiction
Pray you and mistreat you with holistic intentions
Catch that midnight train to Georgia
Call mom dukes tell her you love her
Fly to the Heavens in something filthy
Jet black leather, Mason Margiela
Blow a slow, kiss to Griselda
It's like you walked it before I lived it
I'm on my second lifetime
I'm a young Jesús in his prime
Out here turning water to wine

Keisha Plum, Westside Gunn
Yeah



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Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Thomas A Paladino
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