FlyGod Jr (feat. DJ Drama)

Uh-hm, a decade strong You know when I first started DJ'ing All I wanted to do was get my name on a flyer Now I'm flyer than ever So who better to introduce the Flygod than me? Cultural art at it's finest Welcome, to Hitler Wears Hermes 10 Oh yeah, DJ Drama! (Flygod) Ayo, where you was at when I was sellin' those eights? (Ah) Tesla two-seater, just me and the Drac' Fiend said he comin' right back, I said, "Great" Duffle bag got the Wardolf, READYMADE Margiela see-throughs sleeves, you see the gauge (boom-boom-boom) Bought a new dick, cost three hundred, Plain Jane Dutchie stoved ten but I just whipped fifty Central Park out on Leroy in the Bentley (skrrt) Rest in peace Dip, you was on my left titty Rest In peace Munch, I'm the king of my city (dramatic, nigga) Post got bodies on bodies (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) All my jewels on, I make a nigga wanna rob me (ah) Think shit sweet I had you niggas on a diet Shooter sixteen, three-and-0 with the fire (ah) Nigga said he got the shits from me, he a liar (ah) Your bitch fuckin' with me overseas, she a (Gangsta Gri-zillz) Got most off of cocaine (cocaine) Kicks two-thousands, shits don't got no name (ah, uh-uh) Fiends at the house, it look like Soul Train (Soul Train) Cherry Mulsanne, I got road rage (skrrt) Make sure it's filled then you unload it You ain't shootin' shit, now you can't hold it My nigga rock a blue, cuz stay rollin' My boss wearin' red, that nigga stay blowin' That nigga on the run, nah, I don't know him (I don't know him) You don't know him but your hoe know him (oh really, Gangsta Gri-zillz) Hell of a run we havin' huh? This Gangster Grillz dough got me spending a lot of money on Hermes Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe (Bizzy, hahahahaha, Doe Boy!) (Oh really) I don't like repeating myself, it's only one time I'ma tell you One thing for sure, them Glocks won't fail you, I keep the guns just like Griselda (bow-bow-bow) I got richer than my teachers but they said I'll be a failure (fools) I make niggas' mommas cry, guess I do not respect my elders (oh, really) Like YoungBoy finesse his draws, bitch you better knock off what he sell you You better not come on this block, he up that chop', that hammer nail you Tried to tell you, had to teach your ass a lesson My boy a demon, God he don't believe in, bitch he step on peasants (bow-bow-bow) We got Dracos, not no Smith & Wessons, bitch, we really reckless Got that 30 on my left hip, up it quicker than half a second What we been through, bet the opps gon' be on point, who wanna bet it? Said you was a killer, I heard him said it but I'm the type to come pull your credit If I feel her, I'll go get her, I'm the the type to swipe my debit (come here, baby) I be steppin', I'm not petty, I'm the type to ice her Patek Ice her pedicure, drape her in Dior, we did that before You just rap, ain't really behind bars before except your metaphors (oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz) Go (Bizzy) That's ten times we put on a MasterClass for you now Go, go, go (Bizzy) go When you niggas gon' realize? Go, go, go (Bizzy) go You can't do what we do! Go, go, go (Bizzy) go (oh really, legendary!)