fly sht
Yeah
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' 'bout money, -, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, -, love my pistol
All the - been fuckin' up my system
All these - some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young -, I been boolin', - all these - sisters
Really been tired of these -, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em"
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shorty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause the Percs make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we gon' rob you, it's a stick up
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' 'bout money, -, I go get it
Cut the fake - out my pictures
Bought my new - Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it
'Cause I get paid, lil' -, no, I'm not trickin'
My brand-new - hold a 50
All these - in my way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shorty kissin' all on my face, and she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on my me in my sack, lil' shorty, but I'm not Crippin'
All these - keep on playin' games, I'm - serious and that's the difference
Shorty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that -
Huh, I'm still gettin' richer and all my clothes cost way more than that -
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that whole -
Yeah, my clothes cost a whole -
Yeah, you walk in my closet, you see new designers and a whole bunch of old -
Yeah, if you walk in my spot, see a whole bunch of - and whole bunch of old sticks
Yeah, these - tryna act like they knew me back then, but these - don't know me
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, yeah
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' 'bout money, -, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, -, love my pistol
All the - been fuckin' up my system
All these - some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young -, I been boolin', - all these - sisters
Really been tired of these -, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em"
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shorty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause the Percs make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we gon' rob you, it's a stick up
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' 'bout money, -, I go get it
Cut the fake - out my pictures
Bought my new - Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it
'Cause I get paid, lil' -, no, I'm not trickin'
My brand-new - hold a 50
All these - in my way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shorty kissin' all on my face, and she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on my me in my sack, lil' shorty, but I'm not Crippin'
All these - keep on playin' games, I'm - serious and that's the difference
Shorty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that -
Huh, I'm still gettin' richer and all my clothes cost way more than that -
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that whole -
Yeah, my clothes cost a whole -
Yeah, you walk in my closet, you see new designers and a whole bunch of old -
Yeah, if you walk in my spot, see a whole bunch of - and whole bunch of old sticks
Yeah, these - tryna act like they knew me back then, but these - don't know me
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, yeah
All of my - pop fly -
My whole damn gang on fly -
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these - my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these - tryna come through and - me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly -, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad - showin' they -
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
F- her once, now I think I miss her
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Writer(s): Arman Andican, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Corey Kerr, Carter Bryson, Thomas William Ross
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