Fly
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
Flew through they lane
I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nothing
Real private or something
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
Flew through they lane
I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nun
Real private or something
Very hospitable
Have you hospital numb
If you want, we ain't gotta fuck and that's real
But if not, might as well take this here
Cause we gone be out here for a lil minute
And I ain't gone snitch, baby I ain't gone snitch
I ain't gone snitch
I know you gotta image and I swear fuckin' with it
I ain't gone say shit
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
I flew through they lane I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nothin
Real private or something
When you with me you ain't gotta trip about shit
You ain't gotta pick me, I ain't settling down yet
If I only want checks, then my soul won't rest
Got my own lil test, and I'm on my quest
When I'm on my shit, they can't match that shine
Gotta smoke on shit, just to relax at times
Now she pitch a fit, and I bat my eyes
She hit me with the ball, so I hit that line
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
I flew through they lane & Ian even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches uh
When I pick her up got the windows up
And it's tinted up five percent or nothing
Real private or something
Very hospitable
Have you hospital numb
If you want, we ain't gotta fuck and that's real
But if not, might as well take this here
Cause we gone be out here for a lil minute
And I ain't gone snitch, baby I ain't gone snitch
I ain't gone snitch
I know you gotta image and I swear fuckin' with it
I ain't gone say shit
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
Flew through they lane
I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nothing
Real private or something
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
Flew through they lane
I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nun
Real private or something
Very hospitable
Have you hospital numb
If you want, we ain't gotta fuck and that's real
But if not, might as well take this here
Cause we gone be out here for a lil minute
And I ain't gone snitch, baby I ain't gone snitch
I ain't gone snitch
I know you gotta image and I swear fuckin' with it
I ain't gone say shit
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
I flew through they lane I ain't even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches, uh
When I pick her up, got the windows up
And it's tinted up, five percent or nothin
Real private or something
When you with me you ain't gotta trip about shit
You ain't gotta pick me, I ain't settling down yet
If I only want checks, then my soul won't rest
Got my own lil test, and I'm on my quest
When I'm on my shit, they can't match that shine
Gotta smoke on shit, just to relax at times
Now she pitch a fit, and I bat my eyes
She hit me with the ball, so I hit that line
Bitch I'm flyer than a eagle
Flyer than your uncle on Easter
My soul beatin' out through your speakers
I flew through they lane & Ian even use a blinker
Real conspicuous with the bitches uh
When I pick her up got the windows up
And it's tinted up five percent or nothing
Real private or something
Very hospitable
Have you hospital numb
If you want, we ain't gotta fuck and that's real
But if not, might as well take this here
Cause we gone be out here for a lil minute
And I ain't gone snitch, baby I ain't gone snitch
I ain't gone snitch
I know you gotta image and I swear fuckin' with it
I ain't gone say shit
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Writer(s): Jacob Bass
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