(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)

(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)

Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce

Smoke ya like Runtz

Smoke ya like dust

Lettin' off shots

My **** screamin' "Trust!"

Rockstar wear, I been post punk

I'm lockin' off the dance

South side of London, South side of France

South side, on a baddy, yeah, she wanna uhh

You're tryin' too hard, but you can't be us

I'm on the phone to Virgil, new Louis Vuitton

I'm on the phone to Matthew, Givenchy and Mia

I'm on the phone to Sam Russ, I'm tryna build that up

Fuck a gun range, we test it in the park

You must've forgot, you must be mixing the Xans

Tired arse ****, you ain't Michelin man

DJ Shank, got the disc in my hand

I got my whole hood on a different swag

I got this psyched-out trip

And she tryna drop a tab

Hot sticks in the Bentley

They think I'm Saddam

I'm 'bout to fuck the whole world up 'cause I can

Can't take man for simple, you're dumb, you're mad

Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce

Smoke ya like Runtz

Smoke ya like dust

Lettin' off shots

My **** screamin' "Trust!"

Rockstar wear, I been post punk

Look, I don't smoke no Runtz

Free Yup out the can

He got done cah he in for lungs

Man fresh home, it's done

My crodie, my thug

Henny with the apple juice

Too long till I blown on bud

Bro step with the five-oh rusty

We ain't got no golden guns

My Browning good

But I'd rather a golden one

Play with bae, ain't the one

Mess with bae and get stung

Bro only deal with potent

We ain't got no shoddy nugs

Look, I still think that day

How the hell did you not get cut?

On the block I'm ****

Cah all them **** get bun

I been talkin' dumb

Step on the mic and I'm havin' my fun

I been talkin' dumb

Step on the mic and I'm havin' my fun

Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce

Smoke ya like Runtz

Smoke ya like dust

Lettin' off shots

My **** screamin' "Trust!"

Rockstar wear, I been post punk

(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)

(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)