I (Fly) [Freestyle]
So tell me what's the motive
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Yea we been wasting time, but time comes through
Girl, you been on my mind, but you not my boo
Yea you looking over there, over there, over there, over here
Bitch I'm looking at you
Yea so we kickin' it
This bitch round town said she wanna put my dick in it
Said my last name "too white," so we pre-fixing it
Bought that bitch a new skirt, damn she looks sick in it
With the speed of a falcon, I fly
Straight into your heart, blow up, I die
Keep on moving cuz there's still like 8 hours on my flight
On my flight
So tell me what's the motive
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Yea I'm still lookin' at you
Thinking about the future, while we in our kitchen, you cooking food
Got like 2 and a half kids (maybe three) picket fence
White people all around us, doing crazy shit
Someone just called me, I'm bout to look at that
I'm bout to finish this freestyle, this shit I call rap
This shit I call rap, yea, this shit I call trap
Trap phone, trap phone, bitch just leave me alone
Looking at you listening to this here song
Looking at you while you strip in that thong
Looking at you while I'm ripping this bong
This fat ass hit, damn, almost killed my lungs
So tell me what's the motive
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Yea we been wasting time, but time comes through
Girl, you been on my mind, but you not my boo
Yea you looking over there, over there, over there, over here
Bitch I'm looking at you
Yea so we kickin' it
This bitch round town said she wanna put my dick in it
Said my last name "too white," so we pre-fixing it
Bought that bitch a new skirt, damn she looks sick in it
With the speed of a falcon, I fly
Straight into your heart, blow up, I die
Keep on moving cuz there's still like 8 hours on my flight
On my flight
So tell me what's the motive
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Yea I'm still lookin' at you
Thinking about the future, while we in our kitchen, you cooking food
Got like 2 and a half kids (maybe three) picket fence
White people all around us, doing crazy shit
Someone just called me, I'm bout to look at that
I'm bout to finish this freestyle, this shit I call rap
This shit I call rap, yea, this shit I call trap
Trap phone, trap phone, bitch just leave me alone
Looking at you listening to this here song
Looking at you while you strip in that thong
Looking at you while I'm ripping this bong
This fat ass hit, damn, almost killed my lungs
So tell me what's the motive
Tell me, let me know bitch
I'm so sick of moments I lost while I'm looking at you
Credits
Writer(s): Otto Ali
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