liltjay - too fly lyrics

Pussy-ass ni**a (Woo) Maybach with the curtains, and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (Slatt) I just fu*ked the b*tch, she was too fire I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah) I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop) I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps I was sittin' back, seein' sh*t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes) ni**as be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (Suicide) I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (Homicide) Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (Yeah) Murakami on my body, I pop Oxys, not no 'Ollies King of the Hill, father figure, just like Hank's, word to Bobby Speak of the hills, I keep me a Tommy b*tch, I'm a Don, but don't call me Donny We got them rounds, we shoot at your body She f*ck around, she off of the molly I just popped a Percocet Heard you hatin', is it workin' yet? (Workin' yet) I'm so up, you so upset, I'm so up, a homage check I'm so up, Obama check, b*tch, I blow up, Osama, yeah Maybach with the curtains and it's perfect like my mama, yeah (Woo, woo, woo) I just fu*ked the b*tch, she was too fire I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah) I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop) I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps I was sittin' back, seein' sh*t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes) ni**as be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (Suicide) I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (Homicide) Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (Yeah) Dead guy, I'm a red guy Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot Had that b*tch take the red eye Smokin' dope, I got red eyes I'm high as hell, yeah, high as hell, oh my God High as hell like God, I'm high as hell like God I'm up as hell like God, she like, "Oh my God" She wanna blow my co*k, tryna hit up the spot I told her beat up the block, b*tch tried to leave her socks Took a trip overseas, why not? 'Cause, b*tch, I'm hot b*tch, I'm hot (Hot), can't believe I'm hot (Slatt) I just fu*ked the b*tch, she was too fire I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah) I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop) I just rolled me up an L, I'm smokin' dead opps I was sittin' back, seein' sh*t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes) ni**as be talkin' that gunplay, they pull on the block and it's suicide (Suicide) I hang with the killers and murderers, don't be a victim of homicide (Homicide) Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (Yeah)