Fugazi

It's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off It's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off And I'm about to take off It's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off And I'm about to take off Yeah yeah yeah yeah Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi Designer on all my drip and I ain't basic My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking It's getting wicked in the city, bring the 5 out I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child I talk them semis, I talk them glizzys, that's what I'm about I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up yeah I got some bad habits that I can't break Been drinkin up everyday for like six months straight Ain't no minimum wage Taking risks every day EK up in the cage we don't get no breaks Sometimes I get tired of the life that I live Gotta keep a pistol on me Gotta watch out through the rear And my homie take 'em perkies and his arms still itch Just the life that we live in the jungle Goin' hard every day another rumble Clip long 'bout the size of Mutombo Run with that back I could never fumble If you want a problem I'ma let them hunt you Dracos and you know we got them drums too Freak hoes, that's the bitches that we run through You a snake I could never really trust you Cartier frames keep the shade away from me Been up for three days let the codeine rain on me Tryna get away, get up all this pain on me I'm in a war zone always got that thang on me Cartier frames keep the shade away from me Been up for three days let the codeine rain on me I'm tryna get away, get up all this pain on me I'm in a war zone gotta keep that thang on me Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi Designer on all my drip and I ain't basic My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking It's getting wicked in the city, bring the 5 out I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child I talk them semis, I talk them glizzys, that's what I'm about I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up yeah Still sippin' on that syrup Police ride by and we're still flippin' birds Glock 17, whenever I'm on the curb If the opp push our button, we gotta handle the business Free Lil Jack and Dee, they got caught up on some bullshit Bad bitch trippin', forgettin' that I don't need her Vac seal bags, but they will never see the freezer S 65 all mine, no leaser 4 by 4 too tall, they can't keep up They watching me hard in this foreign tryna peep us They try to lock me down in a cage until my leash broke If ever I should fall off, guarantee you I won't be broke Cops stay calm even though I'm a felony Even at the top spot I still ain't doing no telling Tryna take my dawgs farther, ain't gotta listen, I tell 'em You know I'm going hard if you send them, I gotta sell 'em Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi Designer on all my drip and I ain't basic My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking It's getting wicked in the city, bring the 5 out I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child I talk them semis, I talk them glizzys, that's what I'm about I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up yeah