Slimesito, Brodinski - Fly lyrics
Slimesito [Eric Xavier Claros] Prince George’s County, Maryland/Clayton County, GE, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slimesito, Brodinski - Fly lyrics]
On gang (Zero)
Nigga, you ain't real
I can see it in your eyes (On gang)
You a small fry
(Small fry) , nigga I got mob ties (Mob)
Pulled up on yo block nigga, you cannot hide
(Nah) i don't like TEC-9's
(Nine) , nigga I just like Glock 9's (Nine)
I like compact pistols, I don't like 45's
Nigga (Fuck)
And I got a bad bitch, and she acting shy
All these motherfuckin' sticks nigga
I can't let shit slide (Nah)
All these shooters doing drills every day
It's like the Ch'i
Where I come from you can't lack
Every day I tote that fire (Gang)
I remember thirteen with that stick
Doing drive-bys (Sticks)
Niggas touring on machines
(Machines) , I can't let that shit fly (Nah)
Teachers said I won't gon' be shit, nigga
'cause I stay high
All these racks up in my pants
(Racks) , nigga, I'm the bad guy
Everybody talkin' stress, nigga
That's why I got five (five)
Niggas talking behind my back, nigga
But it's all lies
In a foreign, double down
Yeah I'm toting two 9's
All my niggas in the street
And them niggas pullin' slime
I don't really trust no nigga
'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes
Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah
I shot him nine times
All my niggas live in crime, nigga
I don't have no time
Slime that nigga for his work
(Slime) , he ain't see shit like he blind
And I'm sipping on this red
(Red) , nigga, and that shit ain't wine
In the trap, I got that fire
Gotta keep it all times
And all these fucking drugs
I can't pull up all the time (Nah)
Nigga, you ain't real
I can see it in your eyes (On gang)
You a small fry
(Small fry) , nigga I got mob ties (Mob)
Pulled up on yo block nigga, you cannot hide
(Nah) i don't like TEC-9's
(Nine) , nigga I just like Glock 9's (Nine)
I like compact pistols, I don't like 45's
Nigga (Fuck)
And I got a bad bitch, and she acting shy
All these motherfuckin' sticks nigga
I can't let shit slide (Nah)
All these shooters doing drills every day
It's like the Ch'i
Where I come from you can't lack
Every day I tote that fire (Gang)
I remember thirteen with that stick
Doing drive-bys (Sticks)
Niggas touring on machines
(Machines) , I can't let that shit fly (Nah)
Teachers said I won't gon' be shit, nigga
'cause I stay high
All these racks up in my pants
(Racks) , nigga, I'm the bad guy
Everybody talkin' stress, nigga
That's why I got five (five)
Niggas talking behind my back, nigga
But it's all lies
In a foreign, double down
Yeah I'm toting two 9's
All my niggas in the street
And them niggas pullin' slime
I don't really trust no nigga
'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes
Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah
I shot him nine times
All my niggas live in crime, nigga
I don't have no time
Slime that nigga for his work
(Slime) , he ain't see shit like he blind
And I'm sipping on this red
(Red) , nigga, and that shit ain't wine
In the trap, I got that fire
Gotta keep it all times
And all these fucking drugs
I can't pull up all the time (Nah)