Fly Gods

Yeah, yeah

Like one of them old school motherfuckers, man

Gettin' money right now

****, Spaz ain't been home ninety days, man

****, ya already plat'

Already, young ****, can't tell us nothin'

Shit just different, you know what I'm sayin'?

Fuck 'em, know we gon' get it done

Yeah, look what the streets did to my mans (Look)

Real ****, he ain't play the sport, got football numbers

Bad bitch, used to turn it up, now she duckin' calls from him (Oh, yeah)

I think Soda came to me last night and told me "Ball on 'em"

Nothin'-ass bitch, still order ones and let 'em fall on her

I just got a plug, but now I rap, I put my dog on it

**** on the 'Gram with the work, game waterеd down (Wow)

Trap popped up with some Trues, lеt me call around (H-Town)

They say the streets dry (For real)

Ain't nobody got no money, got me askin' why (It's fucked up)

Back against the wall, standin' tall, I bet I'm blastin' out

Jeweler say it's done, I'm like "Okay," like Kidd, I'm cashin' out (I'm on my way)

Yeah, how you gettin' money? I can't see that shit, dog

Why you claimin' her like you don't see that bitch flawed? (Why?)

In the back, reclinin', I got TVs in the car (For real)

Gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy

You know what I'm sayin', we get money on these ****, dog

Yeah, gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy

You know what I'm sayin', keep **** motivated, rest in peace my **** Crumbs, man

Yeah, gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy

From rag to riches, fuck the baddest, ****, pass them bitches (For real)

Had the bag, you finished, sad to hear it, had to laugh at ****

No more sneak-dissin', I should tag you ****

Mashin' through the trenches

Clear your tab, my **** (Broke-ass ****)

Hope you know, when it go, she gone

Wipe your ass, my ****, it get deep, listen to me

Hear snakes hissin' for me

Told my boy legit, he like "How?" All he know is hustle

Bodyguards make me feel funny, F&N the muscle

Brodie, he been fightin' with the work, in there jumpin' on it

Mama, she been prayin' for me hard, say I'm up to somethin' (For real)

Lil' cuz, he broke, it broke my heart because he come from money

**** hatin', frontin' on your dog like this shit luck or somethin' (For real)

Boy, I know you love her with your heart, but that bitch love the youngin

Young OG, young OG

Presidentials on my bitch now, I got one for me (And my bitch, ****)

Mob boss, when you see the gang, tell me what you see (Mob)

Take the lean, experiment with it till that fucker pink

You would have the world if it was up to me

Boy, it's a world, shoutout Tennessee (Boy, it's a world)

Trophies in the sky, you an MVP

Mix a four of Pai with the MGP (Flygod)

Ayo, I'm still old school, whack a **** for his buffs (Ah)

Paid sixty-two hundred for the Dunks

Gucci North Face with the mountains at the pump (Ah)

Pull it out on you, who you be? Where you from? (Fuck)

Outside 53rd, walk, me and Bump

Rose Dweller, everything had a drum (Brrrt)

Back to back 580 parked in front of Eddie V's

Spray-painted dog on the Givenchy

Denim Tears, still droppin' tears

But Auntie Chelle, she should be here

I wish she could see my foyer and my chandelier

Went home, took a nap, came back, the fiend was still there (Still there)

Glock with the switch, pops gettin' hit (Brrrt)

Presidential suite at the Ritz, Ricks up to shin (Ah)

Margiela trench