fye (feat. Chris Patrick)

I do shit that you ain't even thought of Had to raise up my price on my product Runnin shit, your bitch ass ain't even caught up Bitchin' out ain't the way I was brought up Nigga turned to a man out in DB Took a loss ain't gon cry bout no GG Went to BK, got cold like a degree Flew to LA and made it look easy E on initials, I need me a pistol Niggas talkin' like I ain't official You official like blowin' a whistle I'm official like eatin' the gristle I'ma bone till that lip get a whistle Need a broad that gon' suck like a Bissle Need a broad that can blow like a missile Put my hand on her head and it sizzle That shit fye I got a hoof on my foot But I ain't no sheep to be Frank Sheeran, I'll kill me a Joe off the flow This shit on a need to know I be on G and O Aye T, it's my season, hold up Your coochie can't breathe in those and neither can you in that corset Speakin' the truth got him upset They tellin' me that I'm up next They say they fly for the PR I say we fly because we are She in the sky like everyday Just took a plane to the DR That shit fye, pardon my grammar I'm South of Atlanta, I drive with no manners down 285, you tried a nigga that don't even try to be him and I'm him like amazing grace I want the greats to have me on they mind I want the state to have me on they... I want the whole world I need a shorty with pussy so good That it f*ck 'round and make all my toes curl Rose Quart on a nightstand She a earthy bitch that I might cram Make about 30 hits in bout a night span Like a dirty dish in the kitchen sink You niggas washed, my addiction to win isn't rinsin' off, I intend to ball like Lavar kids From the trenches where parents done lost kids Apparent but f*ck them comparisons I'm finna show you what being a dog is K-9 with narcotics around Bent as a bitch when I'm partying now Celebratory about everything Cause tomorrow ain't promised to all of us now My frequency switchin' from AM to PM Peep me go up, they wan' play on my DM's Lil' bitch want the nut just to stay as my BM Wan't link with my P like the new Lakers GM The label just told me that they in agreeance My table is full, ain't no change in allegiance I'm up now forever, f*ck who don't believe it I f*ck around and get a few plaques 'fore I leave dis That shit fye, that shit fye That shit fye, that shit fye That shit fye, that shit fye That shit fye I'm in this bitch with Clayco