Fly Life

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] What you know about— What you know about— (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) [Verse 1: TrDee] What you know about catchin' flights, touch down and shoppin'? Think it's crazy that they only show you love when you poppin' How much do you got? Don't give a fuck 'bout what you rockin' Yeah, I used to be a window shopper, now I'm coppin' [Verse 2: StanWill] All these carats got my pendant jumpin' like a bunny rabbit Workin' two-four-seven, bitch, I got a gettin' money habit Guess her nigga hate my guts 'cause I be in her tummy active If he say Militia broke, you know that dummy cappin' [Verse 3: TrDee] Your mans down bad, he need a revive Purple jeans, I remember when it was the Levi's Stop playin', bitch, I'm buzzin' like a beehive He thought that his bitch was really loyal, but she rеplied [Verse 4: StanWill] Bitches shakin' booty, now the Sprintеr look like VLIVE She gon' throw that pussy when I pull up in a feline Huh, that's a kitty, we don't Nissan Valid in the face, I'm still gon' hit the bitch from behind [Verse 5: TrDee] I ain't from Milwaukee, but love bucks, shout out Giannis Chill day, couple blues on me, look like Sonic Yeah, I heard him talk 'bout what he had, he ain't got it Stuffed a Backwood, now I'm higher than a pilot [Verse 6: StanWill] All these hoes in the motherfuckin' whip, look like Santa's sleigh Slidin' in the rental, poppin' opps out the Santa Fe They ain't Mike Amiri, Ksubi, throw your pants away First down or better every time I done ran a play [Verse 7: TrDee] Touch down in Cali, they treat me just like a Laker You shouldn't be bored if you do not have no paper Tagteam the beat, we like Kane and Undertaker Let her run away, she thought I was finna chase her [Verse 8: StanWill] What's up in my coffee cup, shit, a Wockiana Ain't no scrappin', bitch, Militia quick to give his body hollows When I was crawlin', they ain't teach me how to waddle He ain't got no motion, but he got some weed and got a bottle [Verse 9: TrDee] Bitch actin' brand new, you are not Mulatto Let him run off, bet the Glocky fold him like a taco Up early in the morning, I feel like Alonzo Hand me a Slapwood, I don't smoke no fronto [Verse 10: StanWill] Mike Amiris twenty-nine If I catch an opp, gon' shoot him twenty times I'm a hundred, gotta know I'm always twenty fives AR outta Call of Duty, it got twenty mods [Verse 11: TrDee] I'm a hundred, you know real recognize real Know you tired of bein' broke, I know how it feel Took the soul out a nigga, oh, you got skill They like why you always workin'? I ain't got a mil' ShittyBoyz