Fly (feat. Quatho & Jaden Smith)

Damn, dylAn

I see you all flexed up and shit now

Dressed up all in the MSFTS and shit, dawg

The short shorts on, bro?

****, look at them glutes, man

I ain't on some suss shit, dawg

You know my ****, right?

And I'm flexin' like my dad

Can't get an Uber, call a cab

Told you I'm done bein' sad

Wait, on the way

Tryna skrrt where you are

Told you I don't have a car

I guess I can meet up tomorrow, I'm fly

As fuck

And I'm flexin' like my homies

Swear to God, think I'm Stovie

Or Tag Reed, maybe D'Artiste

What up, Daniel?

On the way (Swag)

Tryna, where you are?

Told you I don't have a car

Told you I don't have a car

But I had to turn around

Didn't know I was in town

Shoulda hit you when I touched down, that's it

So I had to take a trip

So I had to do a flip

Too much standin' up, I had to sit

And fuck it, I'll throw a parade

And I'm flexin' like Gabe

And I'm flexin' like I'm gay

Life of the party

Life of the

Have a sip, yeah

Who you know gon' be this fly with a set of twins on a swing set?

Not too sure, I have no idea

But I'm fly

Yeah, you really are, young blood

I'm fly

And I'm flexin' like my dad

Can't get an Uber, call a cab

Told you I'm done bein' sad

Ay, on the way

Tryna, where you are?

Told you I don't have a car

I guess I can meet up tomorrow, ay

And I'm flexin' like my homies

Swear to God, think I'm Stovie

Or Tag Reed, maybe D'Artiste

Fly just like a jet

Hangin' outside like we're rich

Shawty hit my line and said I'm fly

I don't respond to my texts

But if you call me collect

My phone will pick up and that's on the fly

I don't sip, I cry

She left my dick behind and told me

Little ****, bye bye

(Yeah, peace out)

Said she tryna slide, I asked her why she lyin'

And she told me she don't even know why

Sippin' Hennessy like wine

Every time I feel the vibe, got a ****, gon' die

But uh, I tell myself that I'll be fine

'Cause I'm super fuckin' fly

You can call me Super

Short shorts, I'm legit

You see me leavin' from the six-six

I'm in Calabasas with my clique

Nails painted, I'm the bomb

I think I'm flexin' like my mom

****, just left the salon

Skate, skate, and I got my Vans on

Got my fuckin' Vans on

Like the other night, like Solange

Who the fuck is dylAn?

I'm fly

Yeah, we are

I'm fly

And I'm flexin' like my dad

Can't get an Uber, call a cab

Told you I'm done bein' sad

No more tears

Tryna, where you are?

Told you I don't have a car

I guess we can meet up tomorrow

On the way

And uh make my chest hurt

And I feel like Quatho

****, flex on Western

Yeah, they know I'm too fly

Yeah, they know I'm too fly

And you know I'm too fly

And you know I'm too fly