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And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony
Pistol in my drawer, doin’ the same shit my momma do

Big Gee, Big Gee, Zone 3, Zone 3
Straight up out da gutta, everybody know me
Gorilla Z, Zoe,
I stay so fly
Got the top down when I blow by
With the dough I am multi
You know why

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Freck Billionaire]
Ayo you see this the drop
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches
It's your life

Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony
always got some fly shit on deck
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony
at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us niggas always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
Fuck it,
alright
Bitches
It's your life

(verse 2)
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you
a dome dime diva
Gutta like Keisha
Work that meter
'cause she a good freaka
'cause she stay on her shit
She got her own shit
She don't neva trip 'cause all
it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I’m naughty by nature like I’m hip-hop hooray
My hands in the sky,
shit...Uh

here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit

this is for them rednecks and brothers with gold teeth

and them south boys on the streets with much
goodbye (baby goodbye)
'Cause you don't want to be by (wanna be by)
The way you acting... fly (they way you acting... fly)
Girl you know you livin' a lie
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
door
One foot in
the stage door
Some disaffected
fly-by man

Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me
All for the free
and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck
PPP got the glocks
harder then some niggas I know, 
And I know, that she know, I'm by her side, 
She by my side, 
And if I ride then she goin' ride and we goin' ride until
the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get
on the grind in the A
With the same ole J's
I know the lames gone say that I done changed no way 
I'm in the gutta everyday tryin' t slang mo ya
In
Send mo pictures and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
'Cause