The Flyest Crip

It's Bkandz ****, ayy the big 8, The big 3

Steppin' on shit all year ****, I'm fresh off that wolly

(Ohhh, Fetti made this)

You hear me

Thirsty for a, you hear me, B

Aye, you ain't kill shit, I got faces for every **** I caught (Faces)

I know ****'s tryna kill me for every **** I shot (3 of 'em)

Hands dirty, I'm blowin' every weapon I bought

I be high as fuck, smokin' on every **** I dropped

We ain't shooting out the load, pop door I'm finna walk something (Grrah)

Oh he fuckin' with them ****? We gon' pop something (Pop, pop)

Surfin' in that car, on my momma, then I'm mob huntin' (Lamb ****)

Dissin' in them songs, but on my momma still ain't drop nothin' (Who he killed?)

Spinnin' over choke, speak on bro, then it's white chalk

I'm really known for spinnin', y'all just sound good on them iPods

I got it for the low ****, shout out to my paisas (That's the blood)

I'm really in the jungle with lions, apes and pythons

Aye, she just want to fuck me 'cause my VV (Bling)

Shout out bro, the last skit went viral on the TV

When I went in that hole, I was thuggin' on the GP (Every fade)

Runnin' all my fades, guaranteed my opps respect me (Aye)

Stop the car, I'ma tippy toe (Stand on shit)

Really known for spinnin', y'all just sound good on them Thizzler posts

Aye, aye, Meek ain't got no bodies, I can bang that

Me and Twany slid through that Court and I could bang that

Four for four, in the same day like, "Where y'all hang at?" (Pop out)

Every time I run into the opps, bitch I bang that, 8th Street

3z, FB **** (Haha)

Fuck y'all talkin' about

I'm three and O around this motherfucker, young top hat

You know, stand on business and all that

In the county in the pen, all that

Better ask around boy, that Mexican Crip **** that puts hands on ****

2-3, F.I.P Choke, Bleezy, FAT, Saucy

Yeah, mane it's up from here, Bitch