Flygh As I'm Whitney
My wrist in the faucet, my face in the blender
My bitch in the garden, the whip gettin dizzy
I'm Brittany Spears toxic, the race gettin thinner
My bitch back at Target, her head gettin shitty
I told you I lost it, I'm lacing this indo
I'm steppin like Harden, my angel palm itchy
This fire's exhausting, my head out the window
Can't give you no bargain, bitch you in my city
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm high as I'm
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
I'm high as I'm
Bitch, I'm flygh as I'm
Bitch
I'm high as I'm, I'm flygh as I'm, I'm high as I'm Whitney
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm high as I'm Whitney
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
Three-fifths a human, I'm two-fifth ain't shit, and I'm one fifth away from airing out yo business
That Chevy a box but I just chopped the top, wit the five-percent tint and I sat it on Ritalin
The home-schooled school shooter don't care bout detention
A nappy head bitch don't know nun bout permission
I walked outta court, I just got off probation and hopped in the SS like in school suspension
My hair getting longer, my blunt getting shorter
I'm Mickey Kaline on the neighborhood corner
Why 50 K-9's if we just selling water
I'm from the Eastside, gotta slaughter yo daughter
Please bow yo head when you speak to my mama
My tat match the reaper, we both got "Ohana"
When Taylor got Gang'd every Summer, no Donna
Take my Wife & Kids to Brooklyn like Sudano
I'm high as I'm
My bitch in the garden, the whip gettin dizzy
I'm Brittany Spears toxic, the race gettin thinner
My bitch back at Target, her head gettin shitty
I told you I lost it, I'm lacing this indo
I'm steppin like Harden, my angel palm itchy
This fire's exhausting, my head out the window
Can't give you no bargain, bitch you in my city
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm high as I'm
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
I'm high as I'm
Bitch, I'm flygh as I'm
Bitch
I'm high as I'm, I'm flygh as I'm, I'm high as I'm Whitney
I'm flygh as I'm
I'm high as I'm Whitney
I'm Flygh As I'm Whitney
Three-fifths a human, I'm two-fifth ain't shit, and I'm one fifth away from airing out yo business
That Chevy a box but I just chopped the top, wit the five-percent tint and I sat it on Ritalin
The home-schooled school shooter don't care bout detention
A nappy head bitch don't know nun bout permission
I walked outta court, I just got off probation and hopped in the SS like in school suspension
My hair getting longer, my blunt getting shorter
I'm Mickey Kaline on the neighborhood corner
Why 50 K-9's if we just selling water
I'm from the Eastside, gotta slaughter yo daughter
Please bow yo head when you speak to my mama
My tat match the reaper, we both got "Ohana"
When Taylor got Gang'd every Summer, no Donna
Take my Wife & Kids to Brooklyn like Sudano
I'm high as I'm
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Writer(s): Ari Waller
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