Too Fly
Pussy-ass nigga (woo)
Maybach with the curtains and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (Slatt)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Murakami on my body, I pop Oxys, not no ollies
King of the Hill, father figure, just like Hank, swear to Bobby
Speakin' of hills, I keep me a Tommy
Bitch, I'm a Don, but don't call me Donny
We got them rounds, we shoot at your body
She fuck around, she off of the molly
I just popped a Percocet
Heard you hatin', is it workin' yet? (Workin' yet)
I'm so up, you so upset, I'm so up, a homage check
I'm so up, Obama check, bitch, I blow up, Osama, yeah
Maybach with the curtains and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Dead guy, I'm a red guy
Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot
Had that bitch take the red eye
Smokin' dope, I got red eyes
I'm high as hell, yeah, high as hell like God
High as hell like God, I'm high as hell like God
I'm up as hell like God, she like, "Oh my God"
She wanna blow my cock, tryna hit up the spot
I told her beat up the block, bitch tried to leave her socks
Took a trip overseas, why not? 'Cause, bitch, I'm hot
Bitch, I'm hot (hot), can't believe I'm hot (slatt)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Maybach with the curtains and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (Slatt)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Murakami on my body, I pop Oxys, not no ollies
King of the Hill, father figure, just like Hank, swear to Bobby
Speakin' of hills, I keep me a Tommy
Bitch, I'm a Don, but don't call me Donny
We got them rounds, we shoot at your body
She fuck around, she off of the molly
I just popped a Percocet
Heard you hatin', is it workin' yet? (Workin' yet)
I'm so up, you so upset, I'm so up, a homage check
I'm so up, Obama check, bitch, I blow up, Osama, yeah
Maybach with the curtains and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Dead guy, I'm a red guy
Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot
Had that bitch take the red eye
Smokin' dope, I got red eyes
I'm high as hell, yeah, high as hell like God
High as hell like God, I'm high as hell like God
I'm up as hell like God, she like, "Oh my God"
She wanna blow my cock, tryna hit up the spot
I told her beat up the block, bitch tried to leave her socks
Took a trip overseas, why not? 'Cause, bitch, I'm hot
Bitch, I'm hot (hot), can't believe I'm hot (slatt)
I just fucked the bitch, she was too fire
I just made a half a million, too fire (ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (soda pop)
I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps
I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way, had to realize I had two eyes (two eyes)
Niggas be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Larrance Levar Dopson, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Adrian Wonders Rupke, Michael Lamar White Ii
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