fye
High up in the cold, in the sky
I ain't no bird, but I can fly
Looking at my heart, you broke it, why
I will never die cause I'm
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Off the shroomies, yeah
With my goonies, yeah
Come and do me, yeah
I'll beat the doonies, yeah
Got tools like looneys, yeah
We making movies
And grabbing boobies
Right by the jacuzzi, yeah
You fuckin with the boy, playboy
Running up these racks, doughboy
You fuckin with the kid, ho boy
Hit it once, pass it to the home boy
Hit it twice, and then she pass it to the bro
Switch the bih like I'm switching all my clothes
Dappin up the gang, that shit fo show
Soak it all in, it's your fault that I put you on blast
I gotta protect my people, you blowing all these walls up in clash
Last thing that I had to do
Is to tell my troops to shoot up on you
Yeah, bitch, hm
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
I ain't no bird, but I can fly
Looking at my heart, you broke it, why
I will never die cause I'm
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Off the shroomies, yeah
With my goonies, yeah
Come and do me, yeah
I'll beat the doonies, yeah
Got tools like looneys, yeah
We making movies
And grabbing boobies
Right by the jacuzzi, yeah
You fuckin with the boy, playboy
Running up these racks, doughboy
You fuckin with the kid, ho boy
Hit it once, pass it to the home boy
Hit it twice, and then she pass it to the bro
Switch the bih like I'm switching all my clothes
Dappin up the gang, that shit fo show
Soak it all in, it's your fault that I put you on blast
I gotta protect my people, you blowing all these walls up in clash
Last thing that I had to do
Is to tell my troops to shoot up on you
Yeah, bitch, hm
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Whatcha on bitch?
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
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Writer(s): Ethan Downs
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