Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flies , by - NoCap. Song from the album The Hood Dictionary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |