Fly
On gang
(Zero, zero, zero)
Nigga, you ain't real, I can see it in your eyes (On gang)
You a small fry (Small fry), nigga I got mob ties (Mob)
Pulled up on yo block nigga, you cannot hide (Nah)
I don't like TEC-9's (Nine), nigga I just like Glock .9's (Nine)
I like compact pistols, I don't like .45's, nigga (Fuck)
And I got a bad bitch, and she acting shy
All these motherfuckin' sticks nigga, I can't let shit slide (Nah)
All these shooters doing drills every day, it's like the Ch'i (Ya-ya)
Where I come from you can't lack, every day I tote that fire (Gang)
I remember thirteen with that stick, doing drive-bys (Sticks)
Niggas touring on machines (Machines), I can't let that shit fly (Nah)
Teachers said I won't gon' be shit, nigga, 'cause I stay high
All these racks up in my pants (Racks), nigga, I'm the bad guy
Everybody talkin' stress, nigga, that's why I got five (Five)
Niggas talking behind my back, nigga, but it's all lies (Lies)
In a foreign, double down, yeah I'm toting two .9's ('Fore)
All my niggas in the street, and them niggas pullin' slime
I don't really trust no nigga, 'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes (On gang)
Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah, I shot him nine times
All my niggas live in crime, nigga, I don't have no time
Slime that nigga for his work (Slime), he ain't see shit like he blind
And I'm sipping on this red (Red), nigga, and that shit ain't wine
In the trap, I got that fire, gotta keep it all times
And all these fucking drugs, I can't pull up all the time (Nah)
(Zero, zero, zero)
Nigga, you ain't real, I can see it in your eyes (On gang)
You a small fry (Small fry), nigga I got mob ties (Mob)
Pulled up on yo block nigga, you cannot hide (Nah)
I don't like TEC-9's (Nine), nigga I just like Glock .9's (Nine)
I like compact pistols, I don't like .45's, nigga (Fuck)
And I got a bad bitch, and she acting shy
All these motherfuckin' sticks nigga, I can't let shit slide (Nah)
All these shooters doing drills every day, it's like the Ch'i (Ya-ya)
Where I come from you can't lack, every day I tote that fire (Gang)
I remember thirteen with that stick, doing drive-bys (Sticks)
Niggas touring on machines (Machines), I can't let that shit fly (Nah)
Teachers said I won't gon' be shit, nigga, 'cause I stay high
All these racks up in my pants (Racks), nigga, I'm the bad guy
Everybody talkin' stress, nigga, that's why I got five (Five)
Niggas talking behind my back, nigga, but it's all lies (Lies)
In a foreign, double down, yeah I'm toting two .9's ('Fore)
All my niggas in the street, and them niggas pullin' slime
I don't really trust no nigga, 'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes (On gang)
Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah, I shot him nine times
All my niggas live in crime, nigga, I don't have no time
Slime that nigga for his work (Slime), he ain't see shit like he blind
And I'm sipping on this red (Red), nigga, and that shit ain't wine
In the trap, I got that fire, gotta keep it all times
And all these fucking drugs, I can't pull up all the time (Nah)
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanbattista Giorgilli, Paolo De Angelis
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