Letra de Fly Kid - Chuckyy

(Yes, Jayco)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, trip

Uh, uh, we bail out, blick

Grr, grr, grr, grr, uh

I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket

I'm fly as fuck, baby racks in, mm

Uh, uh

Ma, she said I wouldn't be shit, now I'm out ridin' in a big Bentley

Tell my mama I'm good in the 'Raq, I don't need no security, I strapped with a 10 milli'

Thirty racks in my Amiri jeans, 23 under my armpit just incase it get iffy

Hope a nigga ain't stupid enough, try to run up on me, try to take, get the whole fifty

I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket

Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers

Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you

I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'

Shoot back to the 'Raq, got a lil' thick bitch, don't come through, nigga tore block up

Micro Drac' got a hundred round mag' and that bitch can't miss, the sight like binoculars

Pull a nigga whole card quick, you ain't never did shit, boy, you is a fuckin' imposter

Late night creepin', flyin' through the 'Raq like Batman, shorty 'nem come through robbin' 'em (Give me all of that)

Uh, this ain't no "Beat Box" shit, but shorty 'nem spotted and gotted him (There he go, bounce out)

And the way we bounce out, it's like you might as well stop opp niggas, we handle 'em

Pull on the side of his whip, thirty bail out the clip, if he ain't checked, we pampered him

Catch a face, bail out, blick, I ain't never too rich, I'll kill a fuck nigga on camera (Come here, come here)

I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket

Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers

Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you

I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa' (Come here)

I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this shit all in my socket

Shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers

Oh, you wanna go on a date? Gotta tote that Drac' in that Birkin bag I bought you

I ain't gotta lie to no bitch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'

Long live Fred, nigga, Chuckyy keep one in the head, nigga, bucks up, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', man

Frrt, frrt, frrt, bail out, blick

Uh, uh, we bail out, blick

Uh, we chase shit, boy, don't trip

Catch a face, bail out, blick, I ain't never too rich, I'll kill a fuck nigga on camera

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