I F.L.Y - Wit Me

I switch clips like she switch bitches, yeah, yeah, yeah
Domi let's go! uh, i say, i switch clips like she switch bitches
I forgot to mention that my bitch fuck bitches
I forgot to mention, she don't fuck with fuck niggas
It's just me and her against the world screamin, "fuck niggas"
Like ave in or somethin, no, you can't fuck with me
My 40 velcro or somethin, 'cause it's stuck with me
You run up on me, kel-tec give you a buck fifty
i told thug i need some hi-tech, gunna fuck with me
Sip it out a wine glass, this ain't not no remi, remi'
get over here with your fine ass, done had too many, many
Codeine out the wine glass, i done drunk too many, many
Left the choppa at home, so you know i got the semi with me
When i'm in my city, got a couple bad bitties with me
Mean when i'm in my bity, got a couple bad bitties with me
I came from the trenches, i done lost too fuckin' many, many
Can't save her, she de went and fucked too many, many
One of one watch, "what that cost?" like one fifty
Mènage à trois with your bitch, fucked too many
Freestyle flows, i don't ever use no pen to do it
This ain't no scrimmage game, why you puttin' on a pinny, pinny?
40 with amiri, hold it up with the fendi fendi
I'm in atlanta and yes, i got the chopper with me, with me
Short barrel ar, leave you in the graveyard
You want beef? hollow tip make you bleed steak sauce
Bad bitch from the woods, i think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a jeffrey dahmer
She gon' whip it with the beater, she a betty crocker
All she care about is money, r.i.p. to speaker knockerz
Thinkin 'bout it so much, i forgot to put the hook
I can tell when she in her feelings, i can read her like a book
I can tell when she in her feelings, i can read her like a book
This is chess, no checkers, i'ma play her like a rookno
No tec, no beretta, fn on me, am i understood?
uh, i say, i switch clips like she switch bitches
I forgot to mention that my bitch fuck bitches
I forgot to mention, she don't fuck with fuck niggas
It's just me and her against the world screamin, "fuck niggas"
Like a virgin or somethin, no, you can't fuck with me
My 40 velcro or somethin', 'cause it's stuck with me
You run up on me, kel-tec give you a buck fifty
I told thug i need ome hi-tech, gunna buck with me
On of-one watch, "what that cost?" like one fifty
Mènage à trois with your bitch, fucked too many
Freestyle flows, i don't ever use no pen to do it
This ain't no scrimmage game, why you puttin' on a pinny, pinny?
40 with amiri, hold it up with the fendi, fendi
I'm in atlanta and yes, i got the chopper with me, with me
Short barrel ar, leave you in the graveyard
You want beef? hollow tip make you bleed steak sauce

Written by:
Jarad Anthony

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