On Fye

Lyrics

[Hook] Lil shawty on fye I need her on my side Stuff my Backwood get high Complimenting my fly I'm dat nigga dat guy Fashion Week in NY Double C like a spy She put double C on her eye All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt) My bitches coming dressed to kill I fuck for hours off a pill Don't hit my hoe up just to chill I swear my life come wit a bill I never had a bitch to keep it real So baby let's take a trip out to Brazil (out the way) [Verse 1: Shawn Scrilla] Baby let's go far I don't do slow cars Wedding cake in my wood ain't no gars These niggas got no heart [no heart] I been built for this shit from the start She got a good head.... smart Cuff like a cop I'm Paul Blart Cause I'm in the mood for that [my vibes] She get in her mood fast I'm in love wit her rude ass She act like da manager make sure da kid neva late I hope he don't get outta pocket cause we neva run out of k's Private plane, private plane baby we don't do delays I'm missin yo face, I ain't seen u in some days Came from Wing Bonz now we eat NoBu now I stunt on my old boo now These niggas watching me like roku now [Hook] Lil shawty on fye I need her on my side Stuff my Backwood get high Complimenting my fly I'm dat nigga dat guy Fashion Week in NY Double C like a spy She put double C on her eye All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt) My bitches coming dressed to kill I fuck for hours off a pill Don't hit my hoe up just to chill I swear my life come wit a bill I never had a bitch to keep it real So baby let's take a trip out to Brazil (out the way) [Verse 2: Gunna] I paid a thousand dollars for a seal I took me 2/4 of a pill I painted rose gold on the wheels I got a new home in the hills I put these clothes on and I drip, ahhhhh Ima make sure you and yours straight Got me some gold on like a ace It came wit backward doors, it's a Wraith I got me 2 lawyers on a case, I got on 2 watches, how I'm late? Gunna take 2 hoes on a date Pockets on sumo, a lot of weight Rockin some Balmain by the way Swear I need all mine I can't wait Had to put diamonds in my face Gunna a YSL renegade Livin in Miami for a day I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth Smokin Gelato, not the haze Bitch is a freak she let me fuck her face Gunna a playa, I don't gotta pay [Hook] Lil shawty on fye I need her on my side Stuff my Backwood get high Complimenting my fly I'm dat nigga dat guy Fashion Week in NY Double C like a spy She put double C on her eye All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt) My bitches coming dressed to kill I fuck for hours off a pill Don't hit my hoe up just to chill I swear my life come wit a bill I never had a bitch to keep it real So baby let's take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)