Fly shit only

May 30, 2016

All my niggas rocking designer

You looking for your girl

You gun find her

Rolling up trees wit the homies

Bitch better act like you kno me

It's fly shit only

Fly shit only

Laced up

I been burning hella trees

Flipping stacks

Making money out the streets

Cbs gang realist niggas in the league

Coming outta Mendocino

Bitch yaddadaimean

So fresh so clean when I pull up

Doin 90 in the whip

On the block doing donuts

All my niggas trill

All my pockets hella swoole up

Tryna see where I'm at

I'm at the crib blowing doja

Bitch dab

I be on one

Dope swag

That's what the want huh

Too bad

That you ain't got none

I'm the illest in my city

Hands down Bruhh

Fly shit only

Draped in designer

There's fly shit on me

Repping for my city

Puttin on with the homies

Bitch better act like you know me

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