Flyest Clothes

On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with it
Niggas know I'm killing it
Yes sir I'm still with it
Killing shit

All black low key in the fear of God
Y'all ain't ballers I'm flyer than your whole squad
1 to 5 from the PG to the center I really cop drip
Never been a lame runner I never lose it all
I'm talking success I spend a lot on the drip
I get the big checks
What you pay for yours is just a bit less
I'm so fly the sky up in the kith sweats
Outfit is a pull I make your chick wet
Yellow bums get chewed up like chiclets
Stunt for 6 days lounge on the 7th day
I'm so fly I could never ride the MTA

On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit

Look, when you rock the finest clothes
It always bring the finest hoes
Cause they don't want the dough
But they don't want you for your money though
That's how the story goes
Oh you know
Yeah you know
Niggas can't jock me
I never roll sloppy
That's why they all copy
When you show up in versace
But let a hater knock me
God just watch me
Cause one of us gon' end up losing
And it's not me
I'm clean, in the finest fabrics
It's automatic, niggas never lacking
Yeah I just sent a hater packing
Yeah, I just got another package, woah

On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back the flyest clothes looking ill with shit
On my back, the fly is closed, looking ill as shit
I'm on my back, the fly is closed, looking ill as shit



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Robertson
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