yandi1k - Flyin'

They gone huh, they gone
Yea yeah, huh
Yea yeah, huh yuh
Yuh, yuh
We got the drop on a opp
You know that the block get hot
My brother, He cook out the pot
We about to swerve out the lot
We mobbin', we stay with the mob
My birdies they flyin', they shit on a opp
We never missin', never missing headshots
I fell in love with a thot
Got a red beam, and that bitch goin' pop
We on a street, we gonna race from the cop
Shoot out the window, watch out for red dots
I got them snipers, they stay on a roof
You know when I wink, all my hittas gon' shoot
Got too much bitches, if I cheat on a bitch, lil bitch won't have a clue
Sorry lil bitch, if I done came off rude
Sorry not sorry, I don't care about you
I used to be broke, I ain't even have shoes
My birdies cutthroat, they gon shoot out the roof
Pay for that pussy, you know you a fool
All red on me, dawg I feel like deadpool
Hit my wood, don't wanna hear all that shit
Money makin' nigga, yea I like to get rich
Heard you got hit, you get crossed off the list
Thief in a night, I'm a hide in a mist
She already know that I'm doing this shit
I'm in a club, diamonds shine in this bitch
How you about it, but heard that you bitch
Bitch got me mad, I'm gon fly out this bitch
On gang, on gang, bird business
Uh huh
Huh, yuh ay
Yuh, yuh
I was downbad to my dick
I was downbad sellin' nics
I was downbad with that bitch
I was downbad with no blick
I was downbad hittin' licks
I was downbad with no whip
I was downbad with no fit
Now I'm rich, fuckin' all these bitches
Where the plug, yeah you know I try zip him
Told my shooter, let me know when you hit him
Called Tony got these hoes wanna kill him
Got these bitches wanna fuck to the rhythm
And I hope I'll really go make it
And I told em, I tell em, I did it
Got these drugs, fell in love with the feelin'
And I'm still trying to know what's my meaning
Everyday I keep fightin' em demons
Why the fuck, they shot my brother no reasons
I really met up with grim reapers
We got the drop on a opp
You know that the block get hot
My brotha he cook out the pot
We about to swerve out the lot
We mobbin' we stay with the mob
My birdies they flyin', they shit on a opp
We never missin', neva missin' headshots
I fell in love with a thot
Got a red beam, and that bitch goin' pop ay'

Written by:
Yandiell Garcia

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