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Fly, fly, fly
It's Gucci (it's Gucci)
Huh? Fly (woo)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (yeah), smoke til I'm high (yeah)
Castle on the hill (well damn), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury (yeah),
That's why they all fuck with me (woo)
Out here with the moves (yeesh) like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly
Huh, huh, huh
I stay fresh as hell, take a pic, I might as well, hell
Drop the top and take a selfie, my car drives itself
I got white girls blushin', homie, college girls rushin' on me (woo)
All my diamonds custom so they clutchin' and they touchin' on me
Ooh, pack his vegetables
Ooh, pack his edible
Ooh, it's incredible
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I smell like Bond Number 9, nine
Section full of foreign dimes
Bitch is starin' at me sayin', "Wow"
Unforgettable like Nat King Cole
Gucci berry wine, don't sneak and tell your ho (well damn)
Her one night show, a human bank roll (whoa)
She lost in the sauce 'cause Gucci got the glow (huh)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (brra), smoke 'til I'm high (it's Guc')
Castle on the hill (heh), wake up in the sky (you won't)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love luxury, that's why they all fuck with me
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
Now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly
Kodak, Kodak
Mine so fly, don't need no flight attendant
Big Cuban link, don't need no pendant
I ain't never had no pot to piss in, yeah
Now all my records trendin'
Oh my, I came from stealing bikes to flying on a G5
I don't know why I been smokin' this Cherry Pie so much
But this my life
I'm on adderall, I be smellin' Hi-Tec when I piss
Like it's basketball, I drop 50-pointer on my wrist
It's Lil Kodak, take a pic
I came home to drop the heat
All these diamonds got me sick, I'm actin' spoiled
Cutlass sittin' high, I feel like I can fly
So fresh to death it's crazy, feel like I can die
I done finally got my wings, they make me wanna sing (glee)
I drink 'til I'm drunk ('til I'm drunk),
Smoke 'til I'm high ('til I'm high)
Castle on the hill (ayy), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it),
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
The ladies love luxury, that's why they all fuck with me (ayy)
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth (yo, yo)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I don't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it),
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
Now, now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly...
D.A. got that dope
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told 'em hoes that don't you panic
Took an island (yeah), flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
See the bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
Pull up in a demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
Offset, blow the brains out the coupe (boom)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice, ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin'-drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight outta the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin', yeah, and this stick right outta Russia (brr)
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told 'em hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
Bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a demon, on God
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
Pull up in a demon, on God
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
In a Hellcat, 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga none favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like seat lock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl, you just a flin', that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
Pull up in a demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly
Let's get gnarly
I get out my body
Yeah, we link up
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
I ain't mean to hurt you, baby, I'm sorry
Whippin' Ariana Grande, I got iCarly (Yeah)
I got white girl (Yeah), I got black Barbie
I made the ladies dutty wine like I'm Sean Paulie
And I'm slidin' in an Audi, I coulda bought a 'Rari
But my mama told me save that money like I ain't got it
My girl just asked me for some money, I told her I ain't got it
And even though she know I got it, baby, I ain't got it
Yeah, Luc Belaire, I'm sippin', baby, I'm just livin'
Yeah, I just took Viagra, I'm waitin' for it to kick in
Yeah, you might think I'm crazy, think I'm so retarded
Yeah, but I'm whatcha-call-it, I popped a whatcha-call-it
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
One, two, three, bitch, I'm off the Molly (Off the Molly, ooh)
My diamonds, they got E and C 'cause they retarded (They retarded)
Bitch, is you stupid? Look what you just started (Ooh, huh?)
Coulda bought a Lambo, I got Aston-Martin (Uh)
Lil Pump, ooh, all my bitches, they come in twos (Huh?)
And I sold crack to your nephew (Yeah)
Put my dick in her, oh, pussy loose (Ooh)
Ooh, goddamn, whippin' up Sam (Brrt)
Put my dick in her mouth, put her on the 'Gram (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they light up like a lamp (Huh?)
Woke up, Xanned out, in the boot camp (Uh, ooh, brrt)
Lil bitch, I told you that you ain't important (Ain't important)
I heard you ain't got no papers so you got deported (Yeah, ooh)
I woke up in the mornin' with another warrant (Goddamn)
Well, bitch ain't gonna catch me 'cause I'm still tourin' (Ooh, yeah)
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly