(Intro) We gon get to it By any means Lil boy this
(Hook) I be on some fly shit when I step out Fuck what talkin bout I be on some rich nigga when I step out what yall talkin bout Fuck yall talkin bout what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall bout I be on some fly rich nigga steppin out I be on fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin
(Verse) Quarter mill for the car, mill on the ah double R, back the fuck off ah Drop here, cut yo off, Hard top no Wet pussy turn me on, keep me hard King shit, towels, I ain't grindin off Marble floors, you niggas couldn't walk on Jesus on waters so I'mma walk on tartars jets but gets, homey fuck with ballers All this half of mill, first of august I ain't even shows, I'm just workin on the album 40 the fisha, I just paid my mama's You in the club, neck to neck, you niggas Beavis She me Butthead, getting brain like a genius I got that dope shit, that 80's chrome Beemer, my son gon inherit this flow You niggas gumball drops on the of my souls
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit I step out Fuck what talkin bout I be on some rich nigga shit I step out Fuck what yall talkin what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall talkin Fuck what yall bout I be on some fly nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall talkin
(Verse) Young nigga, we Gang Came up from rich game Picture me rollin down Black double R yo bitch mane With that top off and drop hit Pull up on em, drop dead Niggas talkin that bird When them birds came they was knocked And I was out there that work From the 15 to the My clique they murk We have clips squeezed like dirt When it to them dollars nigga why bother? These don't want no problems 'Cause I all yall dead, put a price on yo head Get yo brain out it woo I be on that fly shit, M O B, that mob Born talkin, deep fire 15 racks for raw shit That ain't yall, that's my You clocked out, I in We young niggas, we We shinin like
(Hook) I be on some fly shit when I step out Fuck yall talkin bout I be on rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout what yall talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout I be on some fly rich shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck yall talkin bout
(Verse) Nigga pop 5 bands like me 10 mo I'm in the club, got some weed to these bitches like hit this Yo ass outside I wanna talk get me in Should've known I was a fool when I moved, I pulled up in that Bentley Told ya I was a gangsta and like a pimp say I didn't Million dollar Got a lot of dough, brand new VIP for niggas me Which a motherfucker would touch rope Rappers, hustlers, dealers, Thug, goons, bees, Money, cars, jewels, Jet, cribs, condo Say that Hold up, goddamn And you been since way back when right! I am YMCM We play that Runnin up the trade a motherfuckin man know that him Tryna shine when they around stars like us, they do the dance Ain't got yo tight, ain't got yo swag up Same old The last 2 live when you sharp in go to the gym They lovin my clique, we up in bitch So sorry that yo girl suck on my Throwin money in the air like I'm sick of shit
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit I step out Fuck what yall bout I be on some rich nigga shit I step out what yall talkin bout Fuck what yall bout Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what yall bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit out I be on that fly rich shit steppin out Fuck yall talkin bout