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okay, so, YSL
We're YSL a.k.a. Fly Gang you know
Yeah man, we the Private Fly Gang you know, join in

in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it nothin' to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy your problem
I might fuck up a boy your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on momma
him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

In a Bentley loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris dancing'
And I like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy
me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, 'em doves
Implants up under my
Please no-no fallin' in
I'm runnin' with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I spent me some dubs
And I'mma lie to that ho a rug
Gettin' of course
Blat! white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air
Hop in that 'ghini ran on your porch
Hop out like the doors
Yeah, go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free nigga)

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the
We lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call gowns
Boy that's your
I might fuck up a boy that's your
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your
No for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil that's my problem
Boy check out that it shine like a motherfuckin' problem

Damn, we try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no
How long 'Bout a week
All my are neat
All of her are unique
I wanna at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He I pop him like Pop Tarts
I'mma demon, only see when
I look like I got a Visa
Private Fly Gang, yeah with us
Dinosaur B's and C's with us
I that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my ain't no tamin' us
it's Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out
Don't say I won't 'cause darin'
shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double

Bitches in with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't to be found
These come and go 'round and go 'round
I took the booty, nailed her like a
These gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your
I might up a boy that's your problem
distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no
Got on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a problem