Fly Like a Pelican

Lyrics
[Intro] [Chorus: Gunna] Nigga fly like a pelican Chase that paper like a marathon I know hitters just like Barry Bonds Make it rain, we got hella ones Custom karats, it's a one of one I might wear this only once a month Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch [Verse 1: Trae the Truth] Won't holler smoke like I was gettin' high Doin' 'bout two hundred, tryna get by Middle finger up for what they did, I All this money on me got me so fly Know I'm on the same shit Still a asshole, bitch, I rep the same clique Ever speaking on the Goat, that's where my name fit Rule one, I never hit 'em with the same stick Gang gang shit, if you ain't one of us And if it's drama time, I'ma be the one to bust Same week, your baby mama be the one to lust It's gon' be murder murder if you ever fuck with us You ever fuck with us [Chorus: Gunna] Nigga fly like a pelican Chase that paper like a marathon I know hitters just like Barry Bonds Make it rain, we got hella ones Custom karats, it's a one of one I might wear this only once a month Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch [Verse 2: Gunna] You a slime, that mean you one of us Won't say a thing 'cause you ride silent tucked Ain't showing you nothin', I'm gon' keep it tucked Ain't got no conscience, don't know who to trust It's the same coupe for life, it's like we stuck These checks like Nike, got me pipin' up It's d�j� vu, I see all type of stuff It must be Troop, I waste another cup Play with my family, I go ludicrous I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this He sayin' all cap, I swear I do this shit All day, all night, young Gunna makin' hits Yeah [Chorus: Gunna] Nigga fly like a pelican Chase that paper like a marathon I know hitters just like Barry Bonds Make it rain, we got hella ones Custom karats, it's a one of one I might wear this only once a month Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch [Verse 3: Young Thug] If you a slime, that mean you one of us, one of us I tie my ties with everyone of 'em, one of 'em Believe in Slime, yeah in SLIME we trust Yeah, all of my homies and my kids up Yeah, we keep the sticks, they tryna kill us We got sticks and some grenades from the pilgrims I been lovey-dovey with this drink and pill, yeah I got crickets on my seats because they green, yeah I put cum on her face and on her spleen, yeah Yeah, we shoot 'em down, we with the rara Yeah, I call the dawgs out and they shottas Rasta, Jamaican, they shoot at cop cars Children and grandmas, swiss cheese the block up Yeah [Chorus: Gunna] Nigga fly like a pelican Chase that paper like a marathon I know hitters just like Barry Bonds Make it rain, we got hella ones Custom karats, it's a one of one I might wear this only once a month Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch
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Credits
- Writers
- Richie Souf
- Young Thug
- Gunna
- Trae tha Truth