Flewed Out (Bonus Track)

(Cook up)
Yo, pass me the runtz right there
Pass me that wood

Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
When you shake it to the ground, swear i love the way you move it
Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
Take you to the crib, and lay you down, let's make a movie

Back to back to Vegas, I'm chasing paper no conversation
Caught up in your feelings, I'm trying fuck you, ain't trying date you
Remember when they told me be patient, but I got tired of waiting
Long nights stuck in the trenches, I had to put the pain in
I'm chasing money, they chasing hoes
Can't get caught with no basic hoe
Dirty money on me, but I'm the one that they banking on
Look inside the mirror, I'm like yeah that's really me
When I come back to my city, they like damn that's Izzy Bee
When I come back to my city, yeah I'm riding with my heat on me
They say they want the smoke, they end up dead, so please don't beef with me
Oh, oh, oh

Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
When you shake it to the ground, swear i love the way you move it
Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
Take you to the crib, and lay you down, let's make a movie

Fly out to your city, lil baby I'm trying pull up on you
Got bitches in my phone, you just an option, don't feel important
Spoil you with bags, Chanel shoes, I put em on you
If I had good handle, I still wouldn't cross you
You was with me from the bando, got you lit like a candle
Gucci slides, yeah I put you in sandals
They know I love you, but they can't understand you
I put you in fashion, Prada, Chanel slides and the bags to
I should've knew you wasn't shit when I bagged you
Bad bitch, so I had to
But you know you wasn't making me happy
You was fucking me, screaming out, calling me daddy
You ain't shit but a bitch with a jatty

Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
When you shake it to the ground, swear i love the way you move it
Pull up in a drop top, they like damn how you do that
Flew her to Miami, let me fuck then I flew back
She say she like my style and the way it that I do it
Take you to the crib, and lay you down, let's make a movie