Iayze - Fly By lyrics
[Iayze - Fly By lyrics]
Ooh, bitch, ayy, real Murda Worth shit
Know I'm talkin' 'bout (Kele)
Uh, okay, know I'm, SXSW
Catch him out this shit, SXSW
Fan-ass nigga gon' see me in
Person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, bitch
What up? Playin' like we finna box
Make him put his lil' gun up
Then slump his mom over the table (What?)
And my rent like two bands
I remember watchin' cable (Bitch)
We gon' kick through the door
And slump his daddy
He tryna breathe, he ain't able (Uh, bitch)
You never been in a stolo, you
See the opps then you scream, "Go"
(Go, hurry, go) aRP jump like a pogo
I'm tryna see his lil' brains on the flo'
(Bitch, on the flo', bitch)
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope (My dope)
That nigga mad I be fuckin' his ho (His ho)
Put up the ARP, ride with the Dracos (Draco)
Kick through the door, I'm like
"Show me the dough" (Lil' dough, dough)
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' get on the flo'
(Get on the flo', flo')
Opp-ass nigga and they callin' the popo
(Popo) brains on the curb
Now that shit look like fro yo (Fro yo)
Countin' up chicken, bitch
Ain't talkin' pollo (Pollo)
She wanna boot off of Casamigos
Sosa out his top, tryna fuck her amigas
(Amigas) creep through the block
Then I hit three guys (Three guys)
556 long as fries, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
762 hit his leg, make him cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba ba (Ba ba)
This bit' crazy, had to tell her ass
"Bye bye" (Bye bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
Bitch, bet not be outside side-by-side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a fuck, I'll shoot up SXSW
I'm from The Murda, bitch
I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and
Air out the complex
I'm from the south, bitch, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth
All over a text
Bitch, ayy
(Bitch, she talkin' 'bout usin' her
Mouth all over a text)
This shit too easy (Uh, bitch, uh, go)
Bitch (Go)
Know I'm talkin' 'bout (Kele)
Uh, okay, know I'm, SXSW
Catch him out this shit, SXSW
Fan-ass nigga gon' see me in
Person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, bitch
What up? Playin' like we finna box
Make him put his lil' gun up
Then slump his mom over the table (What?)
And my rent like two bands
I remember watchin' cable (Bitch)
We gon' kick through the door
And slump his daddy
He tryna breathe, he ain't able (Uh, bitch)
You never been in a stolo, you
See the opps then you scream, "Go"
(Go, hurry, go) aRP jump like a pogo
I'm tryna see his lil' brains on the flo'
(Bitch, on the flo', bitch)
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope (My dope)
That nigga mad I be fuckin' his ho (His ho)
Put up the ARP, ride with the Dracos (Draco)
Kick through the door, I'm like
"Show me the dough" (Lil' dough, dough)
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' get on the flo'
(Get on the flo', flo')
Opp-ass nigga and they callin' the popo
(Popo) brains on the curb
Now that shit look like fro yo (Fro yo)
Countin' up chicken, bitch
Ain't talkin' pollo (Pollo)
She wanna boot off of Casamigos
Sosa out his top, tryna fuck her amigas
(Amigas) creep through the block
Then I hit three guys (Three guys)
556 long as fries, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
762 hit his leg, make him cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba ba (Ba ba)
This bit' crazy, had to tell her ass
"Bye bye" (Bye bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
Bitch, bet not be outside side-by-side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a fuck, I'll shoot up SXSW
I'm from The Murda, bitch
I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and
Air out the complex
I'm from the south, bitch, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth
All over a text
Bitch, ayy
(Bitch, she talkin' 'bout usin' her
Mouth all over a text)
This shit too easy (Uh, bitch, uh, go)
Bitch (Go)