Flyest In the Mirror (feat. Buddah)

Intro: J.R.Clark

N***z out here tryna move like me

Wanna sound like me

Tryna follow my steps

Fuck it, I'ma keep sliding

Hook: Buddha

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Who the flyest of them all

I got bad bitches tryna take it out my draws

And I got so much money I can't take it when I died

Bets believe I spend it all

But they know that I get fly in the sky like a bird

I just cracked these brand new forgiatos rims on the curb

I'ma tell you boy exactly what it was fuck what you heard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Verse 1: J.R.Clark

We got Exotics for the night, double R's on everything

My girl don’t play no sports, but she still got a tennis chain

Her don’t speak no ingles all my bitches come from Spain

The moves that I make, it ain’t nothing but a chess game

Roley on wrist so I had to keep it plain Jane

Da urus all black, bells and whistles, call me Bruce Wayne

Condo in Colombia, they think I’m moving heavy cane

Water on pinky, flooded shit, it’s a hurricane

at night we throw them hunnids , let these hoes entertain

She focus on the clout, not from me, what she tryna gain

They think we on the Amtrak, the way we be running train

She going on her knees and she tryna suck everythang

Told her calm down, ease up, don’t pull a hamstring

Kick her out the passenger she talking up a migraine

**** think I’m slippin, no I’m not. I let this glizy rang

We swerving on the opps, like the Russian did to Ukraine yeah

Hook: Buddha

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Who the flyest of them all

I got bad bitches tryna take it out my draws

And I got so much money I can't take it when I died

Bets believe I spend it all

But they know that I get fly in the sky like a bird

I just cracked these brand new forgiatos rims on the curb

I'ma tell you boy exactly what it was fuck what you heard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Verse 2: J.R.Clark

Riding in that chevy thang, flexing like money Mitch

credentials be officials, a lot of these n**gaz counterfeit

Never wit the games, bets I got a lot of sticks

No question mark behind me, yeah I’m really wit the shit

No wet floor sign, these n**gaz wanna see me slip

I talk it how I wanna dawg cuz I got ownership

Turn your frown to a smile, when I’m at the dealership

Pulling off in a wide body, and I’m whipping flagship

My ex on my line, tryna hit me with a guilt trip

I put da phone down, LOL, then do another sip

Baguetties on my hand, looking like a championship

Got a pump by my thigh, you know i got dat rubber grip

Better reconsider…you don’t want these problems

bitches wanna hoe off so please don’t try to stop her

Block her, Knock her, we order benihana's

She me right vets but I fuck her in her honda, damn

Hook: Buddha

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Who the flyest of them all

I got bad bitches tryna take it out my draws

And I got so much money I can't take it when I died

Bets believe I spend it all

But they know that I get fly in the sky like a bird

I just cracked these brand new forgiatos rims on the curb

I'ma tell you boy exactly what it was fuck what you heard

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Outro: J.R.Clark

Fuck what you n**gz heard, I'ma keep getting money, shining, fucking bad bitches, thats just my life, J.R., Virginia shit, fuck wit me