​flyin 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(BenjiCold, why you icy?)

[Chorus]
He tryna steal the sauce he can’t find that sh*t
I’m getting money now so it’s f*ck that b*tch
K got 100 rounds n*gga, that's that grip
n*gga you know that my pockets on Crip
They wanna see me dead in a ditch
f*ck twelve n*gga, I won't submit
Pack smell like a f*cking armpit
I love the Percs, b*tch I ain't gone quit
See twelve running right in this b*tch
M16 with them hollow tips
I need a bad b*tch getting right on my di*k
Taliban n*gga, you gon' get hit

[Verse 1]
That G2 on me
b*tch wanna f*ck me, she say that I’m flea
I got my stripes n*gga, like a bee
Money counter n*gga, that b*tch go beep
You said I’m not gone be sh*t, you gon’ see
Getting money my degree
Hop in that foreign, let’s go
I flipped the Hеllcat before it got towed
I put somе Rick Owens on my toes
I got a white b*tch putting coke in her nose
Getting money, nothing new
I’m getting buckets n*gga, you could call me Uncle Drew
Hellcat goin to the zoo
[Verse 2]
.22 bullets don't play with me
Feel like Mir I got that K on me
I put the monkey nuts on the Draco
Boy you better watch what you say to me
All of my n*ggas the same to me
You don’t need a motherf*cking thing from me
Price on my head, got a K on me
Sipping on lean 'til it KO me
I think my motherf*cking liver gon' fail on me
I’m still on drugs and it’s hell on me
I tell the truth baby, when I lie, I don’t want you to tell on me
This sh*t is hell on me

[Chorus]
He tryna steal the sauce he can’t find that sh*t
I’m getting money now so it’s f*ck that b*tch
K got 100 rounds n*gga that's that grip
n*gga you know that my pockets on Crip
They wanna see me dead in a ditch
f*ck twelve n*gga I won’t submit
I got that Glock and I swear it’s gon' hit

[Outro]
He tryna steal the sauce he can’t find that sh*t
I’m getting money now so it’s f*ck that b*tch
K got 100 rounds n*gga, that's that grip
n*gga you know that my pockets on Crip