BlueBucksClan - Flyin Up lyrics

Doggin' out the same hoes
That you kissin' on (Same hoes)
Get some head, when I bust
 how you gettin' home?
(How you gettin' home?)
Talkin' to the lady in Dior, yeah
We get along (yeah, we get along)
Put it in the bag
Told her I don't need to fit it on
(I don't need to fit it on)
Fade with the waves, nigga
I don't got no fitted on
(I don't got no fitted on)
Bitch, I feel like Turkey Shepp
I'm finna get it on (Get it on)
Nigga disrespect the Clan
He gettin' spitted on (Spitted on)
Blockin' bitches
They still callin' from a different phone
(Callin' from a phone)
No more ones in the club, yeah, blame me
(Blame me)
All these bands make these hoes want a baby
(Bitch crazy)
Niggas thinkin' that this rap shit made me
(Nigga stupid) i been havin' hoes since
YG made "Ain't Me" (yeah)
Why is other niggas' bitches tryna claim me?
(I don't know) why I got on thousand dollar
Shoes when it's rainy? (I don't know)
Niggas askin' 'round where we from
We ain't bangin' (We ain't bangin')
Pocket full of blues
Bottom of my shoes flamin' (Shoes flamin')

Talk about good grass
But I feel like niggas hatin'
(Niggas hatin')
Told her I'm like Cedric when
It come to entertainin' (On my mama)
She know I'm in love with her mouth
This shit amazin' (Shit amazin')
Get up off your ass, get a bag
Quit complainin' (Lil' nigga)
Double-R's parked in the front
We finna race 'em (Finna race 'em)
Let these lame bitches off the leash
He finna save 'em (Bitches lame)
Fans takin' pictures at the mall
A nigga famous (Nigga famous)
Yeah, she got a nigga
But she finna make arrangements
(Make arrangements)
Bought the same shirt twice
Fuck exchangin' it (yeah, fuck it)
Oh, you be fuckin' with them
Niggas? They the lamest (Niggas weird)
She let me fuck her
But you gotta make a payment
(Make a payment) ask me if I like his song
But I ain't played it (I ain't heard it)
This shit ain't happen overnight, yeah
I was patient (I was patient)
She small, but it's big in here
This shit spacious (This shit spacious)
Dodgin' all these weak bitches
Like The Matrix (Like The Matrix)

I don't do weak bitches, man, I hate it
(Man, I hate it)
I can't hang with lame niggas
I can't take it (I can't take it)
Nigga say he want a song
Throw them bands at me (Throw them bands)
Pull out the foreigns and the blues
It's a Clan rally (Clan rally)
I just ran off with a Chase
I'm still scam happy (Scam happy)
Count a thirty in my bitch face
You still mad at me? (You still mad?)

Finna spoil this lil' bitch
Like her granddaddy (Like her granddaddy)
Talkin' shit
These labels tryna throw a bag at me
(Throw a bag)
I just post this bitch on my story
She so damn happy
Let her post me on her shit, baby
Don't tag me (Don't tag me)
Tryna lead my team to the
'ship like I'm Coach Andy (Coach Andy)
All weak bitches at your party
It wasn't no baddies (Where?)

Fuck that, I'm goin' back in (Fuck that)
'Member I ain't have shit
That was back then (yeah)
Cullinan big as fuck, I can't back in
(I can't back in)
I'm only here for one reason
For the backend (Backend)
Bitches wanna leave with us
They tryna pack in (Pack in)
Back of the Rolls truck gettin' a lap dance
(Lap dance)

Christians bleeding on my feet
I'm finna tap dance (I'm finna tap dance)
Can't believe I paid this much
For some black pants (Can't believe it)

Big Rolls when we ridin' up (Big Rolls)
Big plays in the field, yeah, we linin' up
(Linin' up)
Model bitches wanna fuck, yeah, sign 'em up
(Sign 'em up) poppin' bottles in the club
Money flyin' up (Lil' nigga)