Lyrics:
talkin' like it's luck?
I ain't do it for the profit, man still I double up
On some fly shit
On the gang
Now they look amazed when they speakin' on my name
keep a shooter by my side, that's real
Because it's kill or get killed
We don't pay hoes, we don't save hoes
No time for that shit when you trill
My
am the man, rollin' up some grams
Why you gotta act out? I don't understand
Get your fucking shit is out of hand
Countin' all these racks up
I don't
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
Eighty-eight throw it in the sky drive by yelling
Whoop in the coupe swoop to the loot
No time for fuck shit just trying to make a move
Just bought my first
lit him
Welcome to the world of
The poor white children
Story of some middle class mall rats
Prank calling everybody in our contacts
Drinking too young,
nah
Flex on us like why try?
I tried to wing it man it wouldnt fly
I seen a lot of shit hurt me like a stye
Had to learn the blues is not only in
em fly in the sky
(verse 3-$imulae)
Watch me fly away with some diamonds on my neckwith a really big checkI can see my mansion by the ocean,sunsetwhen
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
shit, man, I bet it goin' viral
Too fly, man, I had to take the high road
Too mad when they see me, Luke Skywalk
Trap talk, had to turn it to the lunch
state
Time wait's for no man, but no man
Wants to die a poor man with no plan
Some bitches lie a lot
They could be fly or not
Actresses cry a lot
Their
rise
There’s obstacles that I got by
That was miles high but I can fly
Hold up
I crept in on the low key
What’s my name, you know me
It’s the shit I do
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
snorin' here, my whole gang fly
Got my swarm in here, shit gettin' warm in here
Brought my storm in here, you don't want it
Lil bitch, I'm warning ya
What you think all these guns is for
45 44 some fly we so high
Hey, I say money ain't a thing to a big dawg
Ain't got nothing but some cash
I'm a big
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
the feds ain't roll widde fiends
Look at the shit that I got Woa
The weed is thick as the sea woa
Rollin' the two for the J's woa
Shit is in Boston
Couple
shit
(that raw shit)
I like it
(I like it)
I loves it
(I loves it)
Here we go
It's j.a.y l.I.b Dilla dog hold tha track
Hold tha backs like ya
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'
I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'
I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
I'm bout to shit on these
Win some
Lose some
Game from
Live from
Lands bid
Fans get
Open when a man spit
Friends get
Gotten from the verses that I transmit
Damn kid
Fought by
This bad bitch & A bean to the face
That pussy good we on the way the bank shit we just called it a date
A fly nigga but i don't wear me a cape, cause
the longer route, cuz we ain't on no sucka shit
Don't trust a bitch, like I don't trust the fuckin' government
J supported by my bottom and my upper lip
They
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