"FLY NIGGA" lyrics
(Ayy, Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man)
(Yo Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
He said he a fly nigga, a'ight
He said he a fly nigga, what I keep that zap for
Askin' for a ride, how the fuck you in the trap, bro?
He ain't down to die, what the fuck he talkin' smack for?
Thought he catch me slippin', I ain't never finna lack though
I be with my slimes, is you dumb? Sippin' cognac
Said he want a front, where you from? I don't know that
Roll 'em in a blunt, nigga, please, get your bro back
I might act an ass on these niggas, like I'm Bojack
Ayy, 'Rari horsepower, do ninety, ain't even feel that
Ayy, mix the codeine with the syrup, make sure you seal that
Ayy, choppa came with extended mags, this banana peeled back
I got your baby mama out here sippin' molly water
I made a fifty off the white, I feel like Richard Porter
Now this Givenchy on my body and my wrist a quarter
We celebrate when packs get flipped and once we cross the border
I know the recipe, but sorry, baby, I can't show ya
Gotta tell her this though, I love the baking soda
This about a fist-full, will make a lot of yola
Now the fiends bodied on they motherfuckin' sofa
That's the problem, huh?
I was fuckin' with that, fuck around, now I'm ballin', huh?
Said he wanted drama, then we slidin', huh?
You was talkin' tough and now you noddin' off, ayy
Tell your bitch she cute
She the type to walk the blade for money, we gon' send a loop
She the type to throw the brain so dummy like she play the flute
I won't never let her take nothin' from me, but she take the roof
Uh, oh, it was already off
We all sippin' codeine like we all got a cough
Once we put the pressure on, then y'all niggas soft
Ayy, he think he a fly nigga, oh, I'm a boss, nigga
(Yo Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
He said he a fly nigga, a'ight
He said he a fly nigga, what I keep that zap for
Askin' for a ride, how the fuck you in the trap, bro?
He ain't down to die, what the fuck he talkin' smack for?
Thought he catch me slippin', I ain't never finna lack though
I be with my slimes, is you dumb? Sippin' cognac
Said he want a front, where you from? I don't know that
Roll 'em in a blunt, nigga, please, get your bro back
I might act an ass on these niggas, like I'm Bojack
Ayy, 'Rari horsepower, do ninety, ain't even feel that
Ayy, mix the codeine with the syrup, make sure you seal that
Ayy, choppa came with extended mags, this banana peeled back
I got your baby mama out here sippin' molly water
I made a fifty off the white, I feel like Richard Porter
Now this Givenchy on my body and my wrist a quarter
We celebrate when packs get flipped and once we cross the border
I know the recipe, but sorry, baby, I can't show ya
Gotta tell her this though, I love the baking soda
This about a fist-full, will make a lot of yola
Now the fiends bodied on they motherfuckin' sofa
That's the problem, huh?
I was fuckin' with that, fuck around, now I'm ballin', huh?
Said he wanted drama, then we slidin', huh?
You was talkin' tough and now you noddin' off, ayy
Tell your bitch she cute
She the type to walk the blade for money, we gon' send a loop
She the type to throw the brain so dummy like she play the flute
I won't never let her take nothin' from me, but she take the roof
Uh, oh, it was already off
We all sippin' codeine like we all got a cough
Once we put the pressure on, then y'all niggas soft
Ayy, he think he a fly nigga, oh, I'm a boss, nigga
