Westside Gunn, Tyler, The Creator - The Fly who couldn’t Fly straight lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Tyler, The Creator - The Fly who couldn’t Fly straight lyrics]
Yeah yo, Gunn, I'ma, I'ma just
I'ma just fuck around (Ayo)
I got soul, niggas ain't gon' hide
Think you that big stepper, fuck around
Get your ankles tied i'm hot, boy
I'm from the depths of Hell
Where you can't survive
A cold day feel like a
Good oven when bakin' pies
I'm in that bitch chillin' like I
Sang about you were mine, you got it bad
You ain't gotta call me or hit my line, just
(Brrr, hello?)
The doc said I need tranquilizer, new
40 got some mushroom, and psilocybin
How you doin'? (Bitch)
Bunny hop off me when the money
Stop and check the ring
See the blue moon like some runnin' cops
Check the doors
Doors butterfly like when tummy drops
T with that Westside Gunn
You get ya' momma pop (FLYGOD)
All red lindell specs
Lookin' like Sally Jessy Raphaël
In the stretch Corvette (Skrrt)
Peace love
(Peace love) , ayo, posin' with the AK (Brr)
My shooter in nueve
Yé Dominique, goin' twenty years vacay (Ah)
I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say
(They say)
Icon, legend, master my perfection
He's killin' shit effortless
God level flow, leather trench on Vetements
(Ah)
For fiends, Supreme Pyrexs for measurements
Devilish
Thousand round drum, fun, your head'll spin
(Doot, doot, doot) exorcist, treacherous
If I was on that, niggas get slimed out
Like egg yolk
I got some contacts that take your eyes out
(Ayo) i don't play, that boy on timeout
The Cartier crash
I blew the tires out then hopped out
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Like Leapfrog, baby, I'm out my mind now
Got too much paper, went overtime
And I ain't sign out
I'm that boy, if you need proof
Press the rewind now or go get a map, go get
Lost nigga and find out, i'm out here
I'ma just fuck around (Ayo)
I got soul, niggas ain't gon' hide
Think you that big stepper, fuck around
Get your ankles tied i'm hot, boy
I'm from the depths of Hell
Where you can't survive
A cold day feel like a
Good oven when bakin' pies
I'm in that bitch chillin' like I
Sang about you were mine, you got it bad
You ain't gotta call me or hit my line, just
(Brrr, hello?)
The doc said I need tranquilizer, new
40 got some mushroom, and psilocybin
How you doin'? (Bitch)
Bunny hop off me when the money
Stop and check the ring
See the blue moon like some runnin' cops
Check the doors
Doors butterfly like when tummy drops
T with that Westside Gunn
You get ya' momma pop (FLYGOD)
All red lindell specs
Lookin' like Sally Jessy Raphaël
In the stretch Corvette (Skrrt)
Peace love
(Peace love) , ayo, posin' with the AK (Brr)
My shooter in nueve
Yé Dominique, goin' twenty years vacay (Ah)
I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say
(They say)
Icon, legend, master my perfection
He's killin' shit effortless
God level flow, leather trench on Vetements
(Ah)
For fiends, Supreme Pyrexs for measurements
Devilish
Thousand round drum, fun, your head'll spin
(Doot, doot, doot) exorcist, treacherous
If I was on that, niggas get slimed out
Like egg yolk
I got some contacts that take your eyes out
(Ayo) i don't play, that boy on timeout
The Cartier crash
I blew the tires out then hopped out
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Like Leapfrog, baby, I'm out my mind now
Got too much paper, went overtime
And I ain't sign out
I'm that boy, if you need proof
Press the rewind now or go get a map, go get
Lost nigga and find out, i'm out here