Srty

Okay now all my ladies fly (S-R-T-Y) I got some bad ones in my ride (S-R-T-Y) You know my sisters get in line (S-R-T-Y) May be some secrets 'tween our thighs (S-R-T-Y) Okay now all the girls standing in the line for our concert All the men trying to get this girl out her converse If you hold my money you could probably get a free verse 'Fore I hit the pen I'ma show you what I mean first Fuck with my crew they go Xena, Athena, Selena, and Frida That feeling when SZA sing Gina (Go Gina) My kicks been so clean since I linked up with Keysha This beat got the key (Shit) hold it down for the independents (Woo) ignorant, Mighty got us reppin' (Woo) Phoenix been the plug for the blessings And ever since the cypher we ain't slow down for a second (nah) Can't even stand at the way we've been blowing While everyone sucking like card games in college 'Member the name 'cause it's bout to be frosh again Rap shit don't work, we gone fall back on modelling (cheese) Okay now all my ladies fly (S-R-T-Y) I got some bad ones in my ride (S-R-T-Y) You know my sisters get in line (S-R-T-Y) May be some secrets 'tween our thighs (S-R-T-Y) Haviah Mighty I wonder if you ever feel attractive (I wouldn't) I just met you and I feel distracted (yeah) I regret I didn't walk in with a shield of acid Vibes is dead, you should be in a casket I could crunch you like the realest captain Ain't no runner up, I build the traction Cross the country like the field of trackin' (whoa) I'm felling mega echelon, but man I'm just a Lego block Think she left the kettle on by accident, I'm extra hot I be rolling extra cones, flowing through my megaphones Small, but probably shouldn't wake the giant There's some things that's better left alone Where I'm going, shit I went alone, I'll figure it out Too many snakes up in the grass and now they slithering out I gave my tape to all my fans if there was lingering doubt About the way I spot that average and I filter it out Fuck boy, remove a filter, annoying loser filter I will, I'll choose to end ya I make my maneuvers bigger I just got back from Vancouver, nigga Shit, I'm smooth and slick from the West to the real West I don't feel stress I'ma organize my capital with skill sets You can't glorify no animal, I kill vets My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Make your dude hard, catch your girl off guard Body pos posse from top model to bottom Lips, hips and tits, ladies flaunt 'em if you got 'em (yeah) Wear what I want, commander in commando Yeah talk is cheap, but money never made the man dough It means what it means if I ever tell a man no We be the queens and I ain't talkin' 'bout a man's show And I ain't talking about the little city I'm talking 'bout crowns on heads and sitting pretty I'm talkin' power, money, education Wealth through health and literally the birth of a nation (uh huh) So tell me why you can't respect that? You tell us eat because we skinny, and stop eatin' when we're too fat We're never good enough, hood enough, light enough Always trying to dim us 'cause some dimwit just ain't bright enough Okay now all my ladies fly (S-R-T-Y) I got some bad ones in my ride (S-R-T-Y) You know my sisters get in line (S-R-T-Y) May be some secrets 'tween our thighs (S-R-T-Y) It's a nice little crowd outside I got a nice little ride outside Spittin' the synonyms, splittin' the dividends Look up I'm mile high fly And the kick game stupid, Nike owe me a check Wrist game stupid on time when I roll ask Lex Pay me right now, I'ma need that respect Pay me right now, or I'ma come for ya neck But yo the whole time, I was rapping on some money ish Now I'm talking real, can't even touch me on no money tip (nah) Pass me the gas I'ma blow the spot now Bottom to the top I'ma burn this place down 20K in the brief case, that's a keepsake You ain't seen Keys or the click in like three days Okay Come inside shut the door, there's a draft (woo) Pull up a seat, I promise this gon be fast Okay now all my ladies fly (S-R-T-Y) I got some bad ones in my ride (S-R-T-Y) You know my sisters get in line (S-R-T-Y) May be some secrets 'tween our thighs (S-R-T-Y)