CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Fly By
Ooh, b*t*h, ayy, real Murda Worth sh*t, know I'm talkin' 'bout (Kele)
Uh, okay, know I'm, SXSW
Catch him out this sh*t, SXSW
Fan-a** n***a gon' see me in person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, b*t*h, what up?
Playin' like we finna box, make him put his lil' gun up
Then slump his mom over the table (What?)
And my rent like two bands, I remember watchin' cable (B*t*h)
We gon' kick through the door and slump his daddy
He tryna breathe, he ain't able (Uh, b*t*h)
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream, "Go" (Go, hurry, go)
ARP jump like a pogo, I'm tryna see his lil' brains on the flo' (B*t*h, on the flo', b*t*h)
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope (My dope)
That n***a mad I be f**kin' his ho (His ho)
Put up the ARP, ride with the Dracos (Draco)
Kick through the door, I'm like, "Show me the dough" (Lil' dough, dough)
Bad lil' b*t*h, she gon' get on the flo' (Get on the flo', flo')
Opp-a** n***a and they callin' the popo (Popo)
Brains on the curb, now that sh*t look like fro-yo (Fro-yo)
Countin' up chicken, b*t*h, ain't talkin' pollo (Pollo)
She wanna boot off of Casamigos
Sosa out his top, tryna f**k her amigas (Amigas)
Creep through the block, then I hit three guys (Three guys)
5.56 long as fries, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
7.62 hit his leg, make him cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba-ba (Ba-ba)
This bit' crazy, had to tell her a**, "Bye-bye" (Bye-bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
B*t*h, bet not be outside side-by-side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a f**k, I'll shoot up SXSW
I'm from The Murda, b*t*h, I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and air out the complex
I'm from the south, b*t*h, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth all over a text
B*t*h, ayy
(B*t*h, she talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth all over a text)
This sh*t too easy (Uh, b*t*h, uh, go)
B*t*h (Go)
Uh, okay, know I'm, SXSW
Catch him out this sh*t, SXSW
Fan-a** n***a gon' see me in person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, b*t*h, what up?
Playin' like we finna box, make him put his lil' gun up
Then slump his mom over the table (What?)
And my rent like two bands, I remember watchin' cable (B*t*h)
We gon' kick through the door and slump his daddy
He tryna breathe, he ain't able (Uh, b*t*h)
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream, "Go" (Go, hurry, go)
ARP jump like a pogo, I'm tryna see his lil' brains on the flo' (B*t*h, on the flo', b*t*h)
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope (My dope)
That n***a mad I be f**kin' his ho (His ho)
Put up the ARP, ride with the Dracos (Draco)
Kick through the door, I'm like, "Show me the dough" (Lil' dough, dough)
Bad lil' b*t*h, she gon' get on the flo' (Get on the flo', flo')
Opp-a** n***a and they callin' the popo (Popo)
Brains on the curb, now that sh*t look like fro-yo (Fro-yo)
Countin' up chicken, b*t*h, ain't talkin' pollo (Pollo)
She wanna boot off of Casamigos
Sosa out his top, tryna f**k her amigas (Amigas)
Creep through the block, then I hit three guys (Three guys)
5.56 long as fries, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
7.62 hit his leg, make him cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba-ba (Ba-ba)
This bit' crazy, had to tell her a**, "Bye-bye" (Bye-bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
B*t*h, bet not be outside side-by-side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a f**k, I'll shoot up SXSW
I'm from The Murda, b*t*h, I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and air out the complex
I'm from the south, b*t*h, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth all over a text
B*t*h, ayy
(B*t*h, she talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth all over a text)
This sh*t too easy (Uh, b*t*h, uh, go)
B*t*h (Go)
