TOO FLY (feat. Daveguesst)

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Yeah
On a G-5 boy I'm too fly, yeah
I be tryna drive but I'm too high, yeah
I can see you fake right through my two eyes, yeah
I lost track of time, I think it flew by, yeah
Want the racks and the private jet
Want the money, I don't need respect
I been counting up
Put icebergs on my neck
Shawty wanna f*ck wanna come through
Kicking that shit like kung-fu
Kicking that shit like ah-ou
Ou-Ah
I'm coming fast out the gate
Shawty you hate
But you gon' find out
I put the racks in the safe
I'm in the paint
You need a timeout
Really I'm smoking on gas
I'm so high, I might fly out
Yeah you gon' switch up
I'm too lit now bitch I'm geeked up
Ice all on my body it's gon' make these bitches freeze up
I remember when they told me they would never need us
Yeah
Got ice on my neck for real
Really it's f*ck how you feel
I might just pop me a pill
Uh, For real
Bitches they get on my nerves
They hit my line but I curve
She give me brain yeah she a nerd
Ha-Ha
Word
Now she go get me the work
Big body swerve
Now my pockets filled with racks, all that shit I earned
All these lil' bitches want top me
They tryna f*ck in the lobby
Huh, They used to mock me
Make my french bitch call me papi, Oh yeah
Yeah, we make that money monopoly, Oh yeah
Swear to god nothing can stop me, Oh yeah
All I see is green that's go
When they see me that's goals
Right wrist that's on froze
Pull up in a new lambo, Oh-Ah
Can't take no questions I don't know
Can't let em' get me out my zone
How many blunts I had? Like four
Yeah
Smokin' on gas
I got the pack
I hit the lotto, I'm hiding the stash
Bitch you know I'm gon' win big
I ball out, I feel like 'Steve Nash'
Ball
I ball
I never pick up when she call
I know that they want me to fall
Yeah
I run up, I run up, I run up, I run up, I run up the digits
Swear that I'm sick of these bitches
These bitches don't know me
Ball like I'm 'Kobe'
Eighth in the blunt from the two-four you sold me
Ice on my rollie
Hold it up in the spot like it's a trophy
Chains on my neck but they still cannot hold me
Bitch I'm the same, I didn't change, I'm the old me
I'm going up and these labels wan' clone me, yeah
You do not own me, yeah
She say she love me
But then I got cold feet, yeah
We poppin' bubbly
She tryna get cuddly, yeah
But I cannot f*ck with these bitches they burstin' my bubble I pop
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop
These bitches don't stop
They all on my line, yeah
I don't got the time
Shhh, Be quiet
I don't mind

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