Fly Shit - Gucci Mane, Lloyd

Young Lloyd

Aye Holiday we got one

Zone 6, East Atlanta stand up

Aye baby you know how much this motherfuckin car cost?

Don’t spill nothing in my shit

I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline

I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean

I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene

Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me

She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)

Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)

Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)

If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)

Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist

You a bad bitch, I’m a take you to a island

Aggressive watch game, yeah my diamonds real violent

If you a grown lady then why you actin all childish?

Bought a new Bentley, I don’t even gotta drive it

Parked outside so I jumped inside it

Lights frog-eyed'd, the seats cow hide’d

Private jet flying, smoking kush with the pilot

Head so good that it keeps me smiling

Forgiato rims so I keep on sliding

So icey boss so I keep on diamonds

And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming

2 Pac taught me to keep on riding

Biggie Smalls says yo mama be cryin

Owe me money and you keep on lyin

I’m a grab my gun, I’m a keep on firin

Ball so hard I can touch the sky

I can’t even lie, I don’t wear levi’s

Goon came in and you took up yo chain

Fuck them niggas I’m a keep on mine

Your girl so fly and she gonna on wine

I ain’t gonna tell you, nigga one time

Slide in with me, you can come in free

Or you can stand and freeze in that long ass line

I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline

I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean

I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene

Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me

She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)

Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)

Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)

If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)

Riding down to crest and the Bentley Mulsanne

Little hand choppa and the big weed bong

Born by myself, I don’t need no one

If you don’t got no enemies, make you some

Sometime money can make you dumb

Money on yo head, better get yo gun

Broke ass nigga can’t even make bond

I don’t trust that bitch, money make er cum

Flyin to the nigga, tryna go to the prom

Smokin on kush like fuck my lungs

None of these hoes can’t meet my mom

At the end of the day you want a suck her son

Leather jacket on so I feel like Fonzi

I ain’t never ever had so much fun

500 $ gun and a million on jewels

And I wet yo ass up like you jumped in the pool

Feds wanna get me just like Ja Rule

Five bad bitches, that’s deja-vu

Wutchu gonna do with them scraps on you?

And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view

Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2

All this money can’t fit in these Tru’s

This a T neck so my neck hurt too

But I pity the fool tryna try my crew

I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline

I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean

I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene

Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me

She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)

Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)

Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)

If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)