Super Fly

(Tavaras Jordan)

Hey, what she's doin'? Huh (are you alright)
Bae, you hate me?
Don't blow your phone 'bout that, huh
Snake ass bitch, hm, hm, hm

Super fly (super fly), huh, super fly (super fly)
And baby, I'm packing that Glock still now I'm packing, hm (still now I'm packing)
Why he telling you all lies like I ain't slide (like I ain't slide)
I had to get it, I had to run, I had to beat it, I had to bust it

I got a gun, came from Russia, I told you I'm always clutching
Man in the mirror (man) with the pistol, I feel like I'm 50 Cent (I feel like I'm 50 Cent)
Gon' get rich, die trying when am in the trap
I'm tryna flip me a nick to a brick (yeah, yeah)

Damn skinny jeans, you see that knot, that shit real big (out my pockets)
Huh, and baby I'm ball like Patrick Ewing 'cause I play with the Knicks (I play with the Knicks)
Go up that score for the niggas on the other side that be dissing
Don't look in my eye 'cause you know snake get rid in the gremlin

Huh, I can play with your heart, like I play with my children
Huh, I was a man with that fire (I was a man)
I was one down where blick is
Go up the scope, go up the scope, I had, I did it, huh

Go up the scope, go up the scope, 'cause they was dissing
I took that bitch to Paris, I had that hoe dripping
She said "I just leaked like water 'cause my ass was slippery"
Take me to his family in the box, mark that shit in the knot

Fuck it moving selling dope in the trap, we gotta watch for the narcs'
I'm in Massachusetts just with a Glock
And you motherfucker gotta box
Huh, that bitch skrr, skrr when I open and pop it, huh (I swear to God)



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