Fly Out
Stop talking that shit if you ain't really 'bout that life
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
Grah, grah, grah
Supersonic speed
Killed his ass, that's a good deed
On the zone I peed
Skrrt off like a thief
Bitch, I am the chief
I just be smokin' leaf
Bullets hit you like a bomb, all is left debris
Not W$K, you won't slide for we
Out my eyes I see
Killed his ass like Dee
And it's first degree
I'm smoking on this tree
Told you I'ma G
Poppin' X
The game is complex
Having sex
Then working on projects
You is gay in all respects
Not to flex
But I smoke on becks
And I take big steps
You take baby steps
Do like a hunnid' reps
Then fly out the very next
Grah, grah, grah-grah, boom, like
Stop talking that shit if you ain't really 'bout that life
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
Grah, baow
Everybody dead
Smoking on all deads
Hit him in the head
Lotta disrespect
Bullets all connect
Butterfly effect
This direct
K the main suspect
What do you expect
Your momma don't accept
A 9 I always kept
I ain't never slept
But you done overslept
Bitch, I stepped
I came here to collect
You prolly in debt
But I'm swiping debits
Gang get's all the credit
Make a edit
This ain't a pellet
Bitch, this the real deal
You won't never heal
What is the appeal
She like the way I feel
K is made of steel
Ballin' like Shaquille O'Neal
Grah, grah, grah-grah, like
Stop talking that shit if you ain't really 'bout that life
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
Grah, grah, grah
Supersonic speed
Killed his ass, that's a good deed
On the zone I peed
Skrrt off like a thief
Bitch, I am the chief
I just be smokin' leaf
Bullets hit you like a bomb, all is left debris
Not W$K, you won't slide for we
Out my eyes I see
Killed his ass like Dee
And it's first degree
I'm smoking on this tree
Told you I'ma G
Poppin' X
The game is complex
Having sex
Then working on projects
You is gay in all respects
Not to flex
But I smoke on becks
And I take big steps
You take baby steps
Do like a hunnid' reps
Then fly out the very next
Grah, grah, grah-grah, boom, like
Stop talking that shit if you ain't really 'bout that life
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
Grah, baow
Everybody dead
Smoking on all deads
Hit him in the head
Lotta disrespect
Bullets all connect
Butterfly effect
This direct
K the main suspect
What do you expect
Your momma don't accept
A 9 I always kept
I ain't never slept
But you done overslept
Bitch, I stepped
I came here to collect
You prolly in debt
But I'm swiping debits
Gang get's all the credit
Make a edit
This ain't a pellet
Bitch, this the real deal
You won't never heal
What is the appeal
She like the way I feel
K is made of steel
Ballin' like Shaquille O'Neal
Grah, grah, grah-grah, like
Stop talking that shit if you ain't really 'bout that life
Niggas locked up swingin' they knifes
I might fuck your wife
Your type shit Ion really like
We ain't alike
Might just do a drive-by in a bike
Skrrt off on the pike
She ask what's for dinner, I gave her the pipe
I'm the type to ask a dyke out
I might just fly out
Wait for the body to dry out
What your life 'bout
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