Fly Kid lyrics

[Intro]
(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 sh*t all in my socket
I'm fly as f*ck, baby racks in, mm
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Ma, she said I wouldn't be sh*t, 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 n*gga ain't stupid enough, try to run up on me, try to take, get the whole fifty

[Chorus]
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this sh*t 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 b*tch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'

[Verse 2]
Shoot back to the 'Raq, got a lil' thick b*tch, don't come through, n*gga tore block up
Micro Drac' got a hundred round mag' and that b*tch can't miss, the sight like binoculars
Pull a n*gga wholе card quick, you ain't never did sh*t, boy, you is a f*ckin' imposter
Latе 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" sh*t, 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 n*ggas, 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 f*ck n*gga on camera (Come here, come here)
[Chorus]
I was a fly kid, all I know is pop it, got this sh*t 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 b*tch, 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 sh*t 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 b*tch, when I shoot out the Bali, she feedin' me tacos and Casa'

[Outro]
Long live Fred, n*gga, Chuckyy keep one in the head, n*gga, bucks up, n*gga, you know how the f*ck we rockin', man
Frrt, frrt, frrt, bail out, blick
Uh, uh, we bail out, blick
Uh, we chase sh*t, boy, don't trip
Catch a face, bail out, blick, I ain't never too rich, I'll kill a f*ck n*gga on camera