[Hook]
They say I'm flyer then a pelican
Higher than I ever been
Give them all hell make them say who let the devil in
b**h I'm eating well like a vegetarian
Time to show these n***as that they f**ing with a veteran
[Verse 1: Gutta]
They say my lyrics got magic
Ain't that some tragic
Comin' round n***as hood with these black skee mask
See Im a rider ask any n***a round in my hood
I keep my Glock co*ked up cause I'm ready to cook
This for these n***a that told me I would never succeed
I tell these n***as they losin' cause they worried bout me
I'm popping collars gettin' dollar and blowin' good tree
Ain't no n***a age range f**in' with me
They say I truly gave them hell when I step on the scene
Occupations get money and that rapping my dream
I said I'm fly b**h I'm getting high b**h
I'm just a real young n***a getting hood rich
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[Verse 2: Young Craw]
I do my dirt solo these n***as done told on me
I got my shooter with me they run that sack up getting money
This ain't a faze we do it all year 365
Chasing them white dummies
You ain't know we got it homie
f** them n***as that hated look at me now n***a
I'm f**ing them hoes and I done learnt all the damn numbers
I'm talking big sack, Run it back,Smoke that, Roll that,High stat
Picture frame now catch that
I don't do the swagger I just do me
And I ain't tryin' to hear that sh** like the deaf be
Run that sack up lined in the street
But a f** n***a ain't gone roll over on me
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[Verse 3: Doc]
My swag got me on Mars
Yep, always up to par
Doc the Don a star b**h
So salute me or be gone
I got that sick wit it flows
I mean that spit it k** it flows
I mean that if I point my finger then you know your caspers ghost
I'm on the shine why haters merely glow
I got that take your b**h game
I kick fire to these hoes
Way higher then you hoes
Way more flyer then you hoes
I'm Mr. Meet that p**y
Treat that p**y
Then it's time to go, I'm Gone