Boss Hogg Outlawz - Stay Fly Flow lyrics

(*talking*) G'eah what's up with it, Boss Hogg Outlawz It's your boy, Slim Thugger And this, the motherf**ing Outlaw season Boyz N Blue, y'all sit back fire up some Good motherf**ing dro, to ride to that G sh** huh [PJ] PJ mayn, gotta wreck this track Kappa coming up, gotta wet this Lac Fiends want work, gotta sell this crack b**h better bring me, no less than a stack Sipping on yack, while I puff on dro Sitting on my side, is a thick fine hoe Bout to jump fly, slide up in the Mo' Let this hoe know, she better get my do' Moving these bricks, state to state Black stamped, Peruvian weight I'm a hustler, and you's a fake f** the FED's, I'm moving weight Haters hate, cause I'm on top Mad at me, cause I don't stop Stacking knots, and snatching bops So I ride around, with that plastic Glock n***as look strange, when I come around Cause I represent, the Northside of town Moving ki's, and moving pounds Making these b**h n***as, lay it down Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my set Blue and white diamonds, up on my neck n***as gon hate, but I demand respect f** with P, and your a** getting wet From 5th Ward, to Acres Home Got some k**ers, that'll blow your dome From Greens Road, to Homestead Got some k**ers, that'll bust your head All my real n***as, get your do' When a b**h jump fly, n***a hit the hoe Got a lil' money, then get some mo' Listen to the way, I spit the flow [Sir Daily] Like Thug and Three 6, I gotta stay fly Puff on a lot, so you know I stay high bu*ter buck seats, in my ride when I ride Waves in my head, like I just caught a tide First cla** seats, everytime when I fly VVS diamonds, in my chain hanging down Hoe cake n***as, can't claim my town And if they got plex, I'm bring my pound Release my rounds, then I'ma burn off Whipping up work, can't burn my soft And if you got work, don't turn down South Trying to make a sale, then you getting broke off Cause n***as got masks, and K's and Glocks And hit your stash, for yay and stocks So watch what you say, and play about Real down here, Sir Daily I'm out [Kyleon] k**a n***a, and I'm chilling at the top mayn Got work, if you n***as trying to cop caine Nice shot, when a n***a pull a Glock aim Riding down, 45 in a drop thang 22 inch shoes, and my coupe gray Cause I gotta stay fly, like Juice J Balling like MJ, I'm a deuce trey Get out of line, AK'll spray your toupe f** with k**a Kyleon, and you'll get k**ed Top looking like bananas, get your sh** peeled I don't know what you heard, but this sh** real I'll lay a n***a down, like a fifth wheel Yellow stones on my wrist, keep my sh** chill Freeze time, make a n***a sh** sit still Cold with the flow bro, and my sh** ill You ain't know, I'm running H-Town this year