Lyrics On Fye - Shawn Scrilla, Gunna, JetsonMade

On Fye

Lil shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly
I’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)
Baby let’s go far
I don’t do slow cars
Wedding cake in my wood ain’t no gars
These niggas got no heart
I been built for this shit from the start
She got a good head… smart
Cuff like a cop I’m Paul Blart
Cause I’m in the mood for that
She get in her mood fast
I’m in love wit her rude ass
She act like da manager make sure da kid neva late
I hope he don’t get outta pocket cause we neva run out of k’s
Private plane, private plane baby we don’t do delays
I’m missin yo face, I ain’t seen u in some days
Came from Wing Bonz now we eat NoBu now
I stunt on my old boo now
These niggas watching me like roku now
Lil shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly
I’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)
I paid a thousand dollars for a seal
I took me 2/4 of a pill
I painted rose gold on the wheels
I got a new home in the hills
I put these clothes on and I drip, ahhhhh
Ima make sure you and yours straight
Got me some gold on like a ace
It came wit backward doors, it’s a Wraith
I got me 2 lawyers on a case, I got on 2 watches, how I’m late?
Gunna take 2 hoes on a date
Pockets on sumo, a lot of weight
Rockin some Balmain by the way
Swear I need all mine I can’t wait
Had to put diamonds in my face
Gunna a YSL renegade
Livin in Miami for a day
I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth
Smokin Gelato, not the haze
Bitch is a freak she let me fuck her face
Gunna a playa, I don’t gotta pay
Lil shawty on fye
I need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly
I’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY
Double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)