Kid Flash - Flya Than lyrics

Yeah (Malachi Grant) Flyer than a Shut your mouth See – I'm just out here being me Y'all out here tryna be like me It's cool though Kudos to those tryna be the new me But there's only one Ya Dig? Verse 1:(Malachi Grant) Hut—hut hold up Let me show you how to roll up Get money, til the bills won't fold up My team, do more than load up Show up and show you down We don't even run the town Now—now tell me how that sound? I guess I put it down… My My Goddaughter, she be dancing to this tune And she ain't even two Check-check—check her bust a move She just smooth— She just flyer than a …Shut your mouth What-what—what you talking bout Bank head bounce, ain't from the South From NY, people say I'm from the A! It's Ok-k-k-kay—I get money either way Westchester—Freshchester Get the gun up out the dresser No Joker—Heath Ledger Big Smile—I'm special And I'm flyer than a speeding bullet Bouncing like the speakers moving People yelling Do—do—do it OK—Ok— May god bless the dead And shorty bless my head I'm just tryna get ahead Yes— Chorus:(Malachi Grant) I'm flyer than a motherf**er; flyer than a motherf**er Yelling f** You! Just for the f** of it (background: flyer than a motherf**er) Its f** you! Just for the f** out it!! (background: flyer than a motherf**er) Flyer than that paper— Get your money—get your cake up f** them haters –why they hate us Cause they ain't on –this status We good—looking greater We now—and they later They ain't—on our radar Keep—keep on hating Verse 2:(Malachi Grant) I'm grinding like I need it Got it now they heated Spitting like balemics That's nasty have you seen it? Have ya seen me!! Find me like Nemo That's All black on everything All Gold look at the bling I'm fly in everything Kneel and just kiss the ring Kneel and just kiss the ring Take a shot for me Now smile for me And pose for them, camera scenes It—it was all a dream Now it's a mem-mory!! They say they nice, but I'm mean on this baby Baby—baby—baby-baby--baby BABY! Still styling on them haters They still biting alligators Mathematics—on that paper Tell them get they weight up Im running sh**—diarrhea I wouldn't wanna be ya And they will never be the! sh**— I'm flyer than a motherf**er They just wanna be the moutherf**er! Chorus: (Malachi Grant)