Fly

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag

Hold up my nigga tf is you on
Drug got you gone imma gone get you gone

Get in my zone imma demon real
But I like too chill until time to kill

Look at my drip bitch I know that I spoty
I bought this for me I put this shit on me

I don't know them niggas we used be homies
They got em some money went Hollywood on me

Smoking kush this got me ripping beat
Only sold weed never whipped up B

On another note I'm high as tree
And a nigga be Fly as a bee
I got barz penitentiary
Speak of let my brother free

Grindhard bitch ain't nothing free
It get bad enough imma hit the brinks

Ya bitch bad hope we never meet
Redbones you know them hoes freaks
I Go get it cause it won't come to me
Running like forest mama look at me

Stack up the bread put them racks in the safe
I get fly then go visit space
It don't cost too much you just ain't got the cake
This pack too good imma tax anyway

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag

Pull up to the yo finna drop me a hit
Pull up to the trap junkies askin hits
Glock got a stick make me pull out tit
Mop wit it bitch imma rock with this bitch

Call me bout some money mane fuck allat xtra
I keep it too simple don't make me go xtra
AR 15 this hoe light as a feather
In any weather im come get the cheddar

Sending them threats oh you like playin huh
Somewhere full holes you gone be laying huh
Thank you the man super sayain or sumn
This bitch got a drum like a band sumn

Make me start spraying like a can or sumn
I'm the man wanna speak raise yo hand or sumn
I'm just trynna blow like a fan or sumn
We gone slide in the truck in the van or sumn

See how I'm shining I know niggas don't like it
When bitches tho they get so excited
Cant keep her composure she wet trynna fight it
Double up my check like in work for Nike

Don't be all on phone with ya handouts
I was when ain't nobody lend a hand out
Give a fuck bout yo feelings I promise
You
And It's fuck everybody like prostitutes!

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag

I get so high I just might fly
I get so fly they think I died
Oh I no don't try I keep that fye
If these bullets fly fasho you gone die

I want the money yea I want the cash
You callin phone need to be about that
Killin that pussy ain't put no mask
Glock wit the stick I Extended my mag



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Writer(s): Cedric Marsh
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