On Fye - Shawn Scrilla, Gunna, JetsonMade

Lil shawty on fye

I need her on my side

Stuff my Backwood get high

Complimenting my fly

I’m dat nigga dat guy

Fashion Week in NY

Double C like a spy

She put double C on her eye

All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)

My bitches coming dressed to kill

I fuck for hours off a pill

Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill

I swear my life come wit a bill

I never had a bitch to keep it real

So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)

Baby let’s go far

I don’t do slow cars

Wedding cake in my wood ain’t no gars

These niggas got no heart

I been built for this shit from the start

She got a good head… smart

Cuff like a cop I’m Paul Blart

Cause I’m in the mood for that

She get in her mood fast

I’m in love wit her rude ass

She act like da manager make sure da kid neva late

I hope he don’t get outta pocket cause we neva run out of k’s

Private plane, private plane baby we don’t do delays

I’m missin yo face, I ain’t seen u in some days

Came from Wing Bonz now we eat NoBu now

I stunt on my old boo now

These niggas watching me like roku now

Lil shawty on fye

I need her on my side

Stuff my Backwood get high

Complimenting my fly

I’m dat nigga dat guy

Fashion Week in NY

Double C like a spy

She put double C on her eye

All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)

My bitches coming dressed to kill

I fuck for hours off a pill

Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill

I swear my life come wit a bill

I never had a bitch to keep it real

So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)

I paid a thousand dollars for a seal

I took me 2/4 of a pill

I painted rose gold on the wheels

I got a new home in the hills

I put these clothes on and I drip, ahhhhh

Ima make sure you and yours straight

Got me some gold on like a ace

It came wit backward doors, it’s a Wraith

I got me 2 lawyers on a case, I got on 2 watches, how I’m late?

Gunna take 2 hoes on a date

Pockets on sumo, a lot of weight

Rockin some Balmain by the way

Swear I need all mine I can’t wait

Had to put diamonds in my face

Gunna a YSL renegade

Livin in Miami for a day

I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth

Smokin Gelato, not the haze

Bitch is a freak she let me fuck her face

Gunna a playa, I don’t gotta pay

Lil shawty on fye

I need her on my side

Stuff my Backwood get high

Complimenting my fly

I’m dat nigga dat guy

Fashion Week in NY

Double C like a spy

She put double C on her eye

All of these corners sharp might wreck da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)

My bitches coming dressed to kill

I fuck for hours off a pill

Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill

I swear my life come wit a bill

I never had a bitch to keep it real

So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil (out the way)