"FLYGOD 2x" lyrics

Luxurious (Grrt)
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Grrt)
Griselda
Ayo

I'ma take you back to the ski mask, Chanel, CO with my mail
I can never fail (Ah)
I can read through you, I can tell you a tale (Mm)
You ain't never ate Ruth's Chris in a cell (Uh-uh)
Everything grail, you movin' at the pace of a snail
Supreme blientele 'cause my cocaine pale (Ah)
This rap doin' alright, my dope house swell
In Egypt readin' quarterlies, cutter doin' well
I'm on a mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon
Boxes cost five hundred, I got my pants saggin' (Mm)
If he had to drive fifty miles, it was head crackin'
Back when I popped the fitted, I had the Lex' wagon (Skrrt)
True story, I can get anything done
Runway Gucci jean suit, hair in the bun
Santorini black sand, dick sucks in the sun
The top three and not three or two, but I'm the (One)
Venata lows, see, me, I'm the model type (Ah)
Balenciaga tall tee with the piranha bites
Ace rosé on ice
Hit you broad day, fuck you and the police (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, I'm dos nice

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Super FlyGod
To- to JAY-Z, to André, to Westside Gunn
For- For makin' me just wanna rap again
I fuckin' love it, I love rap, it changed niggas' lives