Fly By
Ooh, bitch, ay, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, (Kele)
South by southwest, south by southwest
Fan ass nigga gon' see me in person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, bitch
like we finna box, make him put his lil' gun up, then slump his mom over the table
And my rent like, 2 bands, I remember watching cable
We gon' kick down the door, and slump his daddy, he tryna' breathe, he ain't able
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream "Go"
ARP just like a pogo, I'm tryna' see his lil' brains on the floor
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope, that nigga mad, I be fuckin' his hoe
Put up the ARP, ride with a Draco
Kick down the door, I'm like, "Show me the dough"
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' get on the floor
Opp ass nigga and they callin' the po-po
Brains on the curb, now that shit look like Fro-yo
Countin' up chicken, bitch, ain't talkin' Poiyo
She wanna boot off Casamigos
Creep through the block, then I hit three guys
55.6 long as fries, no Five Guys
7.62 hit his leg, make him cha-cha
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba-ba
This bitch crazy, I tell her ass "Bye-bye"
I8 Bimm' , finna watch me fly by
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
Bitch, bet not be outside side by side
If he at the show then we cathing them guys, I don't give a fuck shoot 'em south by southwest
I'm from The Murda, I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects, and air out the complex
I'm from the south, bitch, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout using her mouth all over a text
