Went from ridin' in a shooter to a f*ckin' Mulsanne
Tell me how you move strange
Yeah, I'm on fire, something I'm like I'm f*ckin' Liu Kang
And I kick shit, bitch, don't make me cut them loose strings
All this fame, damn, I never know
Tryna keep up, but I never grow
Switch lanes, but my shoes never change
Damn, these Air Force Ones look like crack cocaine
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
Free FLY, f*ck the rest
I know I'm a chooser, told her I don't f*ck with sex
I know you abuse her, I don't really feel the same 'bout it
Lame body, tell me how the f*ck you ain't on game body
Yeah, count up 20, put it up
Cause I done blew through 20 so much times, I had enough
But what the f*ck a L if you ain't never took a dub with it
Heard she hit her friend, talkin' bout, now I'm in love with him
Yeah, now my roof on fire on this brand new coupe
Let me chop the top and flood with them
How they catch your mans ridin' round with a stud with him
Only hang with real ones, bad bitches, plug get us
Yeah, I ain't never had a thing, who ain't never hit me back
Talkin' bout, you havin' fun with them
I been on them pills, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Girl, you knew the drill, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Now they spin me in the club, how the f*ck I'm in the club
All these double cups with mud in them
Yeah, all these pockets got them drugs in them
Chrome heart jeans, my lean Lennon, and I buzz in them
Can I call you at eleven
Tryna keep up with your signs, but this shit got me together, and I
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
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Went from ridin' in a shooter to a f*ckin' Mulsanne
Tell me how you move strange
Yeah, I'm on fire, something I'm like I'm f*ckin' Liu Kang
And I kick shit, bitch, don't make me cut them loose strings
All this fame, damn, I never know
Tryna keep up, but I never grow
Switch lanes, but my shoes never change
Damn, these Air Force Ones look like crack cocaine
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
Free FLY, f*ck the rest
I know I'm a chooser, told her I don't f*ck with sex
I know you abuse her, I don't really feel the same 'bout it
Lame body, tell me how the f*ck you ain't on game body
Yeah, count up 20, put it up
Cause I done blew through 20 so much times, I had enough
But what the f*ck a L if you ain't never took a dub with it
Heard she hit her friend, talkin' bout, now I'm in love with him
Yeah, now my roof on fire on this brand new coupe
Let me chop the top and flood with them
How they catch your mans ridin' round with a stud with him
Only hang with real ones, bad bitches, plug get us
Yeah, I ain't never had a thing, who ain't never hit me back
Talkin' bout, you havin' fun with them
I been on them pills, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Girl, you knew the drill, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Now they spin me in the club, how the f*ck I'm in the club
All these double cups with mud in them
Yeah, all these pockets got them drugs in them
Chrome heart jeans, my lean Lennon, and I buzz in them
Can I call you at eleven
Tryna keep up with your signs, but this shit got me together, and I
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
Tell me how you move strange
Yeah, I'm on fire, something I'm like I'm f*ckin' Liu Kang
And I kick shit, bitch, don't make me cut them loose strings
All this fame, damn, I never know
Tryna keep up, but I never grow
Switch lanes, but my shoes never change
Damn, these Air Force Ones look like crack cocaine
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
Free FLY, f*ck the rest
I know I'm a chooser, told her I don't f*ck with sex
I know you abuse her, I don't really feel the same 'bout it
Lame body, tell me how the f*ck you ain't on game body
Yeah, count up 20, put it up
Cause I done blew through 20 so much times, I had enough
But what the f*ck a L if you ain't never took a dub with it
Heard she hit her friend, talkin' bout, now I'm in love with him
Yeah, now my roof on fire on this brand new coupe
Let me chop the top and flood with them
How they catch your mans ridin' round with a stud with him
Only hang with real ones, bad bitches, plug get us
Yeah, I ain't never had a thing, who ain't never hit me back
Talkin' bout, you havin' fun with them
I been on them pills, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Girl, you knew the drill, how the f*ck you have a son with him
Now they spin me in the club, how the f*ck I'm in the club
All these double cups with mud in them
Yeah, all these pockets got them drugs in them
Chrome heart jeans, my lean Lennon, and I buzz in them
Can I call you at eleven
Tryna keep up with your signs, but this shit got me together, and I
Spit pain, but they bop with it
How they jackin', I ain't rockin' with it
Jock deez, I don't ever cop pleas
Bitch, I'm BOYFLY, 45, ride around with ease
And they watchin' every lil' step like I'm Bobby Brown
Teflon bulletproof vest, how they shoot me twice
Probably hit below the neck, I don't feel a thing
Tell me why is you upset
Writer: Mahmoud Haidar
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