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Fye!

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fye! was released on June 16, 2023 by UNKNOWN RECORDS as a part of the album Fye! - Single

Song Details

AlbumFye! - Single

Release DateJune 16, 2023

LabelUNKNOWN RECORDS

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Angel O. Gonzalez

Angel O. Gonzalez

Songwriter

Lyrics

Smoke so much fye, I got hell in my lungs

Wake up repeat, bitch I'm high as the sun

Yeah, we pop out with fashion, we relate with guns

Deliver like tree, cop a glock and a drum

Feel like I'm crazy, I'm tweaking so gon' get me high

Doctor said "here, some new pills gon' get by"

Dropping them pills in the couch

Said it won't save 'em, got go, gotta bounce, 'cause lil' bitch yes I'm fye

While you dropping your best

It ain't better than my worst 'cause I'm fye

22 hundred tap in multiply

With a poke in my bag for them bitches that cry

Passing shit 'round in my town like a virus

That green gotta blow, blowing smoke in your iris

Oh bruh, did that burn?

Blowing that smoke out my nose didn't burn

Yeah, your credit disearned

You a bitch in my town, feel like Arnold

I'm smoking my stoggie wherever I want to

All of your people gon' flex on the gram

Then go pose up person, they alias is gone too

Had to go break out the system, I kill all the symptoms

I can't keep on crying and playing the victim

You motherfuckers talk on the same fucking plane

And they act like they going to two different places, the fuck?

Uh, wake up

Uh, wake up

Playing my shit on 300, so wake up

Gotta wake up make a trill then get caked up

Ain't against you, it's just me, Ima rank up

Wah, ha ha ha ha

Breaking in, all of y'all feining

Drop my last track, get a k in a weekend

It's all part of the plan, told my brother I'm geeking

It's crazy, it's off of the map like a deacon

Smoking my ganja, ain't no one gon' touch me

I'm so fucking fye, you can feel it, it's seeping

Labels be turning they heads, while I'm turning the heads of these snakes

Break 'em all down, it's whatever it takes

All in my thoughts, no applause for the fakes

All up on gas had to break off the breaks

'Cause we all of the map, sayonara, you late, damn

Benzes, big body's and GLEs

I'll get it all, no facade in my energy

Hop out that bitch, with the sun and the treasury

I got it all with a choppa, you 'member me?

This called that fye, that's what I am

Pull off go fast, swerving lanes in a jam

(Yeah, I pull off go fast, swerving lanes in a...)

Why he talking on the gram, quit it, go ahead and be smart

Always talking tough but he gon leave it when the beef start

I can never fucking focus need to fucking restart

Hit you with the fist, you keep a gun beside your weak heart

People talking tough, you ain't even been in a fry

Passing all my tests, brought the paper they thought I lied

I been a better rapper, just wasn't filled with that pride

Hear another fucker, keep crying on how he died

Think that it's funny, yeah

But you running round chasing that money, yeah

While I'm rapin these verses, get money, yeah

Boy just stop all that talk, where the funny at?

Might just rip off the roof, grab a money stack

Finna pull off the engine, go to the max

Look at my wrist, got diamonds they all in black

It's so funny when I move, they move exact, yeah

Written by: Angel O. Gonzalez

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