Lyrics
I be so damn fly sometimes
I think I could take flight sometimes
I be so damn high sometimes my dick don't work can't get inside
Sometimes yeah I write this shit
But most time I just punch these lines
I ain't never went OT
These 808's gone pierce the country lines
I ain't get that lil hoe squeeze up out my pussy she still my design
My brudda don't know fashion he just bang fraud
Lick your square like Klondike sandwich
Please don't miss that bank call,(Please don't miss it!)
Yeah!
Get it!
Brr! Brr!
Yeah! Yeah!
Brr! Brrr! Brrr!
D&G D&G double Dolce Gabbana on my toes
I got Gabbana on my rotator cuff
I'm with them slap the wrist type of bad Bitches
She could jump and it wouldn't clap until you say "Mississippi" Uh!
I got hella Belaire in this sippy that I'm sipping
Please don't pour none of my liquor if you baby sit your cup
Please don't touch that
I bought a buss down took the bus back
These brudda's they sipping on BuzzBalls
I just opened the pack and it musty
How much did you make today?
I just opened my bank it look lovely
I made me the whole fucking thing
I made me the whole fucking thing
Motorway puffing on dank
Get your feet off the dash it stank
Stop saying "Booth Troop Booth Troop Booth Troop"
Boy you is not with the gang
Question: Chicken or egg, what came first?
Answer: Your bitch!
My balls ache got the world on my dick
I be so fly that I can't do up my zip
It don't even matter the bitch do it up with her lips
I just be getting it in
I'm hitting the gym
I'm fly like a mofucking (prrrt!)
Rolls Royce fresh off the lot I call it my mofucking Jinn
Skrr! Skrr! Skrr! Skrr! Skrr! Skrrrrr!
I be so damn fly sometimes
I think I could take flight sometimes
I be so damn high sometimes my dick don't work can't get inside