Lyrics
Lamarrie Essquire, Da Flyy Hooligan.
I like going on shopping sprees.
Load the gun slowly, cut the revolver, mind preparation bout to go for man slaughter, cause devastation fuck.
You lames I'm out of order money on the counter, there's nobody who was better load the gun slowly, crack the.
Revolver, mind preparation bout to go for man slaughter cause devastation fucking lames amount.
Of water, money on the counter, there's nobody you whisper gold grills made by.
Alex beams plus exclusives but still managed to keep elusive cop the Burberry these niggas never heard of me until I.
Sent them both in pain, crying in.
Emergency, cross the line then I show.
No mercy, try to hurt me, only.
Result in a slumber for eternity 450 for the slim button down collar I'm the Da Flyy Hooli, stay slick I pay.
Top dollar shopping spree, wifey and me bout to get deep purchase matching colors.
In Givenchy pay cash for the up tempos, straight up, you can call me your fiend for anything that comes in.
Retro past the piff wanna get lift.
Bill of facts spliff no tobacco, just.
The haze when you take a whiff.
It'S delicious take the edge off when I feel amicious Mark Jacob back a jacket take that off the wish list mark Jacob back a jacket, take the.
Off load the gun slowly, cut the revolver, mind preparation bout to go for man slaughter cause devastation fucking lames amount.
Of order money on the counter, there's nobody who is better load the gun.
Slowly, cut the revolver, mind preparation bout to go for man, slaughter, cause devastation.
Fucking lanes amount of water, money on the counter, there's nobody who was burning.
Barrels different angles when the smoke clears, peep the evidence of bodies mangled, guns handled sheer ferocity fuck the love songs.
Let's get this popping g, walk the puff evoking anarchy when spitting prophecies do this properly clamp gats, aluminum bags, get the happy slap matter of fact, I'm killing every track black saying nothing avoid.
The altercations run the mouth, heart palpitation, body perspiration, skin irritation, trigger finger itching.
On the floor, twitching pulse glitching head.
Crack for bitch stitching nickel listen, chrome.
Glissing I'm the fly hooligan in Levi's.
And tan Pippins yeah.
What do you want me to say, Pete?
I'm just gonna keep proving myself over.
And over and over and over again.
I even got a spit of 16.
I split what the fuck I want.
Twelves, eights, thirty twos, sixty fours, sixteens listen, I'm just on my fucking grind. I'm going to make history.
Whether you believe it, whether you're with me or not. I don't give a fuck.
Generous brushstrokes.