TyFlyy - MARNI HOODY (feat. NeedNoName & Tre Wavey)

Yeah, yeah, doggy I be cookin' crack
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This nigga ain't talkin' fuckin' money, why he call me
Nino in the motherfuckin' Marni with a Barbie
I hope this boy don't try me, cause I'm strap just like a carseat
My bitch so fuckin' wet, this ho get wet like Kalahari
I'm really in the streets, I make money off the doggy
I'm in the X6 M, I know you hear it farting
I'm plugged up in the motherfuckin' streets like a Charger
This nigga ain't from L.A., he might as well play for the Dodgers
Fa fa fa
Shoot him if he talk
It's one of top, baby
Yeah, we call that Fetty Wap
Hey, bring it on the plane overnight to New York
I'm so fuckin' fly in these Chrome Heart crosses
I just pulled up to the side, auntie said it's been a minute
Hey, just to get Flyy, had to take a couple risks
Got the burner in my britches, give a fuck, I'll burn a bridge
I told you I love you, baby, you ain't never listen
And she know about my cheese, I'm a Mac, baby, this pimpin'
Hey, she gon throw it back, I'm an underhand pitcher
If he cross me on my kid or my money, I'ma kill him
Said, this bitch so fuckin' wet, it sound like it's spaghetti mixin
Like when lil baby walk, hear the Glock, gotta switch
I got Marni on my back, Off-White, I'ma mix
If that nigga wanted money the way he, uh
If that nigga want money the way he want bitches, he be rich
In the whip, it go 200, you ain't catchin' up to this
V8, Offset, I got Cardi on my wrist
If I ever press it up, bet it's comin' out legit
If you got your hand out, don't be blowin' up my shit
This nigga ain't talkin' fuckin' money, why he call me
Nino in the motherfuckin' Marni with a Barbie
I hope this boy don't try me, cause I'm strap just like a carseat
My bitch so fuckin' wet, this ho get wet like Kalahari
I'm really in the streets, I make money off the doggy
I'm in the X6 M, I know you hear it farting
I'm plugged up in the motherfuckin' streets like a Charger
This nigga ain't from L.A., he might as well play for the Dodgers
Fa fa fa
Shoot him if he talk
It's one of top, baby
Yeah, we call that Fetty Wap
Hey, bring it on the plane overnight to New York
I'm so fuckin' fly in these Chrome Heart crosses
Wavey straight drop, who put him in the pot
Hot, hot, hot, bitch blow me cause I'm hot
She got somethin' white on her nose, it ain't snot
Niggas make bein' real look hard, but it's not
Brady in the kitchen cookin' hard till it lock
2020 vision through it all, seen a lot
I just got a call from my dog in the box
Fiends takin' shots, face full of chicken pox
Hit the mall and shop, B&B at hood spots
Could take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out
Still rock a white tee with these Chrome Hearts
She let the whole team hit, I want no parts
Talkin' bout some bullshit, baby, don't start
Bro new, hit a bullseye, he throw no darts
All I fuckin' got is designer in my closet
All I fuckin' put in the bank is deposit

Written by:
Tyshawn Seymour

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