| Flyer than everybody
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| Section 8 just straight cooked this muhfucker up
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| Flyer than everybody
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| Flyer than everybody
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| Helicopter in the middle of the hood
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| All this fame these niggas be chasin'
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| I swear I don’t care about it
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| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody
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| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
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| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
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| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
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| I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way
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| And come back with a lot of them bitches
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| I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox
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| Now I stay on top of them bitches
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| I won’t give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion
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| I still won’t acknowledge them niggas
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| He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on?
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| I don’t care, boy, we gotta go get 'em
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| House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere
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| I dick her down, I don’t care what my hoe wear
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| I made lil' Cam spend a block on a four-wheel
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| Nah, for real, spend the block on the four-wheel
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| Five million dollars, for me, that ain’t no deal
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| I done made that times six in like three years
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| Off this rap shit, I can’t even talk about the trap shit
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| I just hope they can take it, I keep me a Stallion like Megan
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| A residency out in Vegas
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| May fly to LA and go fuck with Lebron and the Lakers
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| Come back to Atlanta with Jayda
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| Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper
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| Whatever we want, buy it later
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| I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business
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| Whatever God give me, I’m grateful
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| Helicopter in the middle of the hood
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| All this fame these niggas be chasin'
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| I swear I don’t care about it
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| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody
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| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
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| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
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| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
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| Cartier watches for everyone 'round me
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| I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me?
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| She set for life, how the fuck is you clownin'?
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| Bought all this water, ain’t never gon' drown
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| I’m in the 'Yo, I’m perfectin' my sound
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| I helped them out and they let me down again
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| I ain’t comin' back around again
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| Fell in love and I found a friend
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| I done geeked up the motor
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| My brother in prison in Polo
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| I jumped in the game and went loco
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| I put on these clothes like a hobo
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| That’s layers of drip, I showed my ass in Phipps
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| You play, ya mans get killed, said that before but I’m dead for real
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| Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his legs done healed
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| I ran it up off a vacuum sealed
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| If I fall off today I’m a legend still
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| Bruh showed me the way, I ain’t never steal
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| This Glock ain’t no prop, it’ll pop for real
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| I fuck with the syrup, I don’t pop no pills
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| My young niggas turnt, they don’t got no deals
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| I need me a billion so I can chill
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| I’m drivin' like I ain’t got no license still
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| My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I’m poppin' seals
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| Helicopter in the middle of the hood
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| All this fame these niggas be chasin'
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| I swear I don’t care about it
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| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody
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| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
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| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
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| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
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| I paid attention and found out the recipe
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| I take a seat and they still won’t get 'head of me
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| I’m on my shit, now a bitch can’t get next to me
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| You ain’t got a hundred thousand, you can’t have sex with me
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| Ain’t showed the best of me yet
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| And ain’t in nobody debt, I’m sum' like a vet'
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| I bought my big brother a 'Vette
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| My numbers so good, my label prolly owe me a check
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| They play with Lil Baby, I swear it gon' go down
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| Biggest lil' nigga that’s over at Motown
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| Jumped off the porch and went straight, kicked the door down
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| Flipped the clip, switch the clip, it’s some more rounds
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| Rappers fake and be hatin', I don’t go 'round
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| I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces
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| Ask around, we them guys, come we do no clownin'
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| If I can I’m gon' try keep the smoke down
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| Once it’s up then it’s stuck, it ain’t go down |
| Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses
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| Every time the heat come, I make four thousand
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| Big done gave me the game and I ran with it
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| Milked the game 'til I quit, I ain’t playin' with it
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| Could’ve been, hit yo' bitch, I be sparin' niggas
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| Make me mad, I’m gon' call up them grave diggers
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| Bought my mom a new crib and it’s way bigger
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| Never been to it once, that’s a great feelin'
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| I’ma go there when I get a chance
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| I lost five hunnid racks before I signed a deal
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| Swear to God, still got my advance
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| Yeah, I’m lit, I been savin' this guala up
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| Yeah, I hit, but she ain’t get a follow-up
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| Ain’t no reason to beef with no one about none of these women
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| I promise they swallow us all
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| Helicopter in the middle of the hood
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| I’m flyer than everybody
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| All this fame these niggas be chasin'
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| I swear I don’t care about it
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| Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody
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| Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
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| Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
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| Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em |