"Fly By" lyrics
Fan ass nigga gon' see me in person and shut up
The glock just came with a switch bitch what up?
Playin' like we finna box make him put his lil gun up
Then slump his mom over the table
And my rent like 2 bands I remember watchin' cable
We gon' kick through the door and slump his daddy
He tryna breathe he ain't able
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream "Go!"
ARP jump like a pogo, Im tryna see his lil brains on the flo'
Kickin' back smokin' my dope, that nigga mad I be fuckin' his hoe
Put up the ARP ride with the dracos
Kick through the door I'm like show me the dough
Bad lil bitch she gon' get on the flo'
Opp ass niggas and they callin' the popo
Brains on the curb now that shit look like fro-yo
Countin' up chicken bitch ain't talkin' pollo
She wanna boot off of casamigos
Sosa out his top tryn fuck her amigas
Creep through the block then I hit 3 guys
556 long as fries no Five Guys
762 hit his leg make him cha cha
Feel like a baby put lean in a baba
This bitch crazy had to tell her ass bye bye
I8 Beam finna watch me fly by
Smoke yo homie and watch you cry
Bitch better not be outside side by side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a fuck I'll vrrr South vrrr
I'm from the Murda bitch I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and air out the complex
I'm from the south bitch we can't plex
She talkin' bout usin' her mouth all over a text
Bitch
Bitch...
The glock just came with a switch bitch what up?
Playin' like we finna box make him put his lil gun up
Then slump his mom over the table
And my rent like 2 bands I remember watchin' cable
We gon' kick through the door and slump his daddy
He tryna breathe he ain't able
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream "Go!"
ARP jump like a pogo, Im tryna see his lil brains on the flo'
Kickin' back smokin' my dope, that nigga mad I be fuckin' his hoe
Put up the ARP ride with the dracos
Kick through the door I'm like show me the dough
Bad lil bitch she gon' get on the flo'
Opp ass niggas and they callin' the popo
Brains on the curb now that shit look like fro-yo
Countin' up chicken bitch ain't talkin' pollo
She wanna boot off of casamigos
Sosa out his top tryn fuck her amigas
Creep through the block then I hit 3 guys
556 long as fries no Five Guys
762 hit his leg make him cha cha
Feel like a baby put lean in a baba
This bitch crazy had to tell her ass bye bye
I8 Beam finna watch me fly by
Smoke yo homie and watch you cry
Bitch better not be outside side by side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a fuck I'll vrrr South vrrr
I'm from the Murda bitch I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and air out the complex
I'm from the south bitch we can't plex
She talkin' bout usin' her mouth all over a text
Bitch
Bitch...
