Don Toliver, CHASE B - Fly Low lyrics

Fly low under the wing if she ask about me
(Woo) tread light under the climate 'cause
I heard it get rocky
These niggas be pillow talking
This shit looking wonky, huh?
I got no faith in you
(Yuh) , I’m knowing God got me
Like, where the hell was you
I was two door drop when the cops stopped me
Like well, to tell the truth
I had popped a xan, i was almost outtie
Just left out that trap and hit the club
It’s a ‘lil cloudy go stack me a lil' sumn
Pop the box open like Roddy
I feel a lil' nauseous
Stop that acting, I know it get ratchet
You wanna hit weed, I’ll match it
You got the softest fabric
I wanna come through like magic
Hightail, blast it, yeah
Tell me where you wanna go
My life hellbent on the road
Had pounds of Mary, I’m cold
They tried to put me down before
My time said it wouldn’t go (yeah)
For the glitter, a nigga need yeah, yeah
But I don't need her, she's a eater
Side by side, around