Flyin Up the Mile lyrics

[Intro: Lil Blade]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
My first deal was for 'bows, still ain't got one for rap
Yeah, I serve outta mansions, I ain't posted in the trap
Play with me and get put down, you ain't 'posed to know I'm strapped
If you see me with a b*tch, then ain't no question that I cracked
You know me, it's LBI, mister f*ck a n*gga ho
Mister middle of the summer, walk outside and make it snow
I ain't breakin' sh*t down, come and cop the whole 'bow
These n*ggas be like, "Oh, no," they hoes be like, "There he go"
b*tch, I got on Fear of Gods, why these n*ggas scared of me?
Called bro to clear it out, now these n*ggas scared of Quis
You wanna see a million dollars? Let me show you where I live
I was breakin' b*tches' hearts before I met my n*gga Kid, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Quis]
Range Rovers, 580s, b*tch, we summer-ready
I was ridin' foreigns in '04 when we was sellin' reggies
Paid a b*tch to f*ck, then stole it out her purse, you know I'm petty
I looked up to them STL n*ggas, I don't know no Nelly
Just got another chain, it ain't put a dent inside my stash
She think she doin' somethin', who let that ugly b*tch go get an ass?
I ain't stingy, if I got it, then the whole crew got a bag
I love Donald Trump, made a quarter mil' sittin' on my ass
Don't you wear that kit outside if it don't cost a hundred-plus
I ain't tryna hear 'bout none of them n*ggas, they can't f*ck with us
His baby mama told me he was broke, he livin' month to month
Made my side b*tch give me her taxes, went and flood the buffs
[Verse 3: G.T.]
Hoppin' out the Maybach, gotta tip the driver (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young n*gga, organized crime, somethin' like The Wire
It's a twin turbo on this b*tch, it damn near lift the tires
Young n*gga, I come from the East, money long as Meyer (Ayy, ayy)
Linked up with Quis, we got so many hoes, we should retire (Real)
They ain't really gettin' cheese for real, n*ggas f*ckin' liars
And really I don't be around n*ggas 'cause I don't like 'em (Real)
Hop out with Icewood Junior and we all icy (Bling, blaow)
Block a b*tch, break her heart like I'm Shawn Michael (Real)
This house, we only see blocks, in here with all rifles (Bah, bah)
n*ggas don't ever do sh*t, they just love typin' (Yeah)
I just rap about what I live, I ain't gotta write it (n*gga)

[Outro: G.T.]
(What up, LoudBoy?)
Yeah
That's one of them ones