"Fly Life" lyrics
What you know about-
What you know about-
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
What you know about catchin' flights, touch down and shoppin'?
Think it's crazy that they only show you love when you poppin'
How much do you got? Don't give a fuck 'bout what you rockin'
Yeah, I used to be a window shopper, now I'm coppin'
All these carats got my pendant jumpin' like a bunny rabbit
Workin' two-five-seven, bitch, I got a gettin' money habit
Guess her nigga hate my guts 'cause I be in her tummy active
If he say Militia broke, you know that dummy cappin'
Your mans down bad, he in a Revive
Purple jeans, I remember when it was the Levi's
Stop playin', bitch, I'm buzzin' like a beehive
He thought that his bitch was really loyal, but she replied
Bitches shakin' booty, now the Sprinter look like VLIVE
She gon' throw that pussy when I pull up in a feline
Huh, that's a kitty, we don't Nissan
Valid in the face, I'm still gon' hit the bitch from behind
I ain't from Milwaukee, but love bucks, shout out Giannis
Chill day, couple blues on me, look like Sonic
Yeah, I heard him talk 'bout what he had, he ain't got it
Stuffed a Backwood, now I'm higher than a pilot
All these hoes in the motherfuckin' whip, look like Santa's sleigh
Slidin' in the rental, poppin' opps out the Santa Fe
They ain't Mike Amiri, Ksubi, throw your pants away
First down or better every time I done ran a play
Touch down in Cali, they treat me just like a Laker
You shouldn't be bored if you do not have no paper
Tagteam the beat, we like Kane and Undertaker
Let her run away, she thought I was finna chase her
What's up in my coffee cup, shit, a Wockiana
Ain't no scrappin', bitch, Militia quick to give his body hollows
When I was crawlin', they ain't teach me how to waddle
He ain't got no motion, but he got some weed and got a bottle
Bitch actin' brand new, you are not Mulatto
Let him run off, bet the Glocky fold him like a taco
Up early in the morning, I feel like Alonzo
Hand me a Slapwood, I don't smoke no fronto
Mike Amiris twenty-nine
If I catch an opp, gon' shoot him twenty times
I'm a hundred, gotta know I'm always twenty fives
AR outta Call of Duty, it got twenty mods
I'm a hundred, you know real recognize real
Know you tired of bein' broke, I know how it feel
Took the soul out a nigga, oh, you got skill
They like why you always workin'? I ain't got a mil'
ShittyBoyz
What you know about-
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
What you know about catchin' flights, touch down and shoppin'?
Think it's crazy that they only show you love when you poppin'
How much do you got? Don't give a fuck 'bout what you rockin'
Yeah, I used to be a window shopper, now I'm coppin'
All these carats got my pendant jumpin' like a bunny rabbit
Workin' two-five-seven, bitch, I got a gettin' money habit
Guess her nigga hate my guts 'cause I be in her tummy active
If he say Militia broke, you know that dummy cappin'
Your mans down bad, he in a Revive
Purple jeans, I remember when it was the Levi's
Stop playin', bitch, I'm buzzin' like a beehive
He thought that his bitch was really loyal, but she replied
Bitches shakin' booty, now the Sprinter look like VLIVE
She gon' throw that pussy when I pull up in a feline
Huh, that's a kitty, we don't Nissan
Valid in the face, I'm still gon' hit the bitch from behind
I ain't from Milwaukee, but love bucks, shout out Giannis
Chill day, couple blues on me, look like Sonic
Yeah, I heard him talk 'bout what he had, he ain't got it
Stuffed a Backwood, now I'm higher than a pilot
All these hoes in the motherfuckin' whip, look like Santa's sleigh
Slidin' in the rental, poppin' opps out the Santa Fe
They ain't Mike Amiri, Ksubi, throw your pants away
First down or better every time I done ran a play
Touch down in Cali, they treat me just like a Laker
You shouldn't be bored if you do not have no paper
Tagteam the beat, we like Kane and Undertaker
Let her run away, she thought I was finna chase her
What's up in my coffee cup, shit, a Wockiana
Ain't no scrappin', bitch, Militia quick to give his body hollows
When I was crawlin', they ain't teach me how to waddle
He ain't got no motion, but he got some weed and got a bottle
Bitch actin' brand new, you are not Mulatto
Let him run off, bet the Glocky fold him like a taco
Up early in the morning, I feel like Alonzo
Hand me a Slapwood, I don't smoke no fronto
Mike Amiris twenty-nine
If I catch an opp, gon' shoot him twenty times
I'm a hundred, gotta know I'm always twenty fives
AR outta Call of Duty, it got twenty mods
I'm a hundred, you know real recognize real
Know you tired of bein' broke, I know how it feel
Took the soul out a nigga, oh, you got skill
They like why you always workin'? I ain't got a mil'
ShittyBoyz
