​fly shit

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her

[Verse 1]
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, nigga, love my pistol
All the drugs been fuckin' up my system
All these niggas some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young nigga, I been boolin', fuckin' all these niggas' sisters
Really been tired of these niggas, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em"
All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shorty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause the Percs make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker
And we gon' rob you, it's a stick up

[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her

[Verse 2]
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, I go get it
Cut the fake niggas out my pictures
Bought my new bitch Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it
'Cause I get paid, lil' nigga, no, I'm not trickin'
My brand new Glock hold a fifty
All these bitches in my way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shorty kissin' all on my face and she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on my me in my sack, lil' shorty, but I'm not Crippin'
All these niggas keep on playin' games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference
Shorty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that nigga
Huh, I'm still gettin' richer and all my clothes cost way more than that nigga
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that whole nigga
Yeah, my clothes cost a whole bitch
Yeah, you walk in my closet, you see new designers and a whole bunch of old shit
Yeah, if you walk in my spot, see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks
Yeah, these niggas tryna act like they knew me back then, but these niggas don't know me
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, yeah

[Chorus]
All of my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm 'bout them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her