Thursday2000 - Fly Lyrics

Orange rims spinning at the stop light
I pull up and blind the whole party cause my neck bright
You can catch me in the VIP pouring purple sprite
Tom ford frames on my face cause I got blurry sight
Black jeans black shirt darker than the night sky
Had to cut some people off all they do is get high
I've been on that crazy swag shit since a little guy
Swear to god ima be fly till I f*cking die

Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Gucci Fendi on me right now
Mozzarella gouda in my bank account

Thursday getting skinny like I'm dropping pounds
So much swag I could sell it by the pound
Both my thumbs hurt all I do is count
All designer from my head to the ground
Bitch it's Thursday you should f*cking crown me
I stay fresh like I'm sponsored by Downy
Off the shits so I'm feeling kind of drowsy
Off the shits I just ate like two brownies
Thursday in this bitch I pull up to the party
I got xans perc weed ketamine and molly
Rocking black Diesel jeans but my shirt Ed Hardy
You've been stealing all my swag forgot to say sorry
I dont ride bikes but I like to rock Harley
I dont smoke pack but I like to bump Marley
G-Star jeans and they're looking straight gnarly
Margiella shoes and I got them from Barneys

Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Gucci Fendi on me right now
Mozzarella gouda in my bank account

Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Ima be fly till I f*cking die
Gucci Fendi on me right now
Mozzarella gouda in my bank account