Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flyest Highest Coolest Smoothest, artist - Key Glock. Album song Yellow Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Flyest Highest Coolest Smoothest |
Yeah |
Woah, Kenny! |
Ayy |
What’s up, doc? |
Ayy, I got carats (What's up?) |
Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit |
Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop) |
Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah) |
Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh) |
Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah) |
I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing |
Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic |
Ocean, foreign whip coasting |
Sipping potion, moving slow motion |
Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup) |
Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice) |
Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah) |
My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah) |
Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it |
Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah) |
Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it |
I got old money, ain’t moldy, yeah |
Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, ooh |
So, so smooth no lotion, yeah |
Ride around town with a toaster, uh |
Yeah, bitch, I’ma pop up for the bread |
Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh |
That’s what this dumb bitch just said |
Fucked on the floor, made her fall out the bed |
Ayy before you go, can I get some more head? |
Ayy, kicked out the door, then I hopped in my Benz |
Yeah, I did it again, but this time with her friend |
Yeah, bring her back like I’m Shaq at the rim |
Yeah, told that bitch I’m the creme de la creme |
Yeah, told that bitch that I’m the best that it is |
Yeah, told that bitch that she know what it is, uh |
Spent a million on ice just to chill |
Got some more water, might buy some gills |
Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga is ill» |
Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga for real» |
Uh, off the porch straight to the field |
Yeah, I’m rich and still ride with my steel |
Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears |
Uh, I’m balling hard, bitch, I got skills |
What’s up, doc? |
Ayy, I got carats (What's up?) |
Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit |
Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop) |
Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah) |
Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh) |
Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah) |
I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing |
Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic |
Ocean, foreign whip coasting |
Sipping potion, moving slow motion |
Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup) |
Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice) |
Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah) |
My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah) |
Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it |
Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah), yeah |