Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flies, artist - NoCap. Album song The Hood Dictionary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Flies |
Hey |
Hey, yeah |
(That shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) |
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy) |
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy) |
Promethazine on ice (Ayy) |
She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy) |
Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy) |
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners (Ayy) |
Flood my wrist with water, hope my Rolex don’t drown |
Old bitches who dogged me, know they hate to see me now, yeah (Ayy) |
The same nigga just got a bigger bag (Ayy) |
The same nigga, just a little bit madder (Ayy) |
Oil on me, I’m the hood pastor (Ayy) |
I coulda ran it, but I had to pass her (Ayy) |
Roof panoramic, so I see disaster (Ayy) |
We was on the scene and then my crew is Caspers |
Gettin' face tats while I’m smokin' space pack |
I got rich, a couple niggas didn’t know how to take that |
I heard NoCap killin' niggas, he used to be so laid back |
He sippin' hunnid dollar lines, I think that’s why his face fat |
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy) |
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy) |
Promethazine on ice (Ayy) |
She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy) |
Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy) |
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners |
My clip full, Backwood too, I’m good for the day |
I’m always on the opps' ass, NoCap lingerie |
Soon as he write a damn status, he get confiscated |
If I air this bitch, it’s goin' flat like I’m Tom Brady |
Catch a nigga like I’m Randy Moss, I’m dope just like the '80s |
Bitch, I only beat your back, you can’t have my babies |
Old money shit like ages, my niggas in the pen so I can’t erase it |
Pull up in an old school, still can race it |
Four broads like Stunna Vegas |
No Georgia, I’m money makin', she get no ring like Undertaker |
I do not write my raps, but I love paper |
That shit tatted on my face, I just love haters |
That shit tatted on my face, I just hate love |
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy) |
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy) |
Promethazine on ice (Ayy) |
She fuckin', she don’t think twice (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around robbers (Ayy) |
Rap nigga, still hang around choppers (Ayy) |
Send him to the grave, we won’t let him see the doctor (Ayy) |
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners |