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FLYY SHII Video (MV)




Performed By: DashGotPack
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Michael Swanson




DashGotPack - FLYY SHII Lyrics




Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
My liver hurt from this wocky
Why you boys even talking

Work touch down it's gone
Bitch, quit calling my phone
Pocket full of stones
I got molly for the low

I got ten toes on the floor
Put YSL on your hoe
Bitch, I'm back on the road
I'm too fly

Watch me pull off in a ghost
Watch me pull off in a ghost
I just left my fendi store
Lil mama got the work off

I drop her in Dior
I put the whip in sport
I was in and out of court
Were you there for me?

She call me Aime Leon
She a dore me
Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
Ball like Mike
Type shit

Fly shit, fly shit
I'm high as shit
I'm fly as f*ck
I'm fly as f*ck

I'm high as f*ck
She tryna grab the blunt
I'm tryna grab her butt
I'm bout to throw these hunnids

I'm bout to shit on someone
My bitch head bang like a drummer
Cop her chrome hearts cause I love her
Cop you chrome hearts cause I love you

Pop a perky im seeing double
Off this drank im sippin muddy
Go yard bag full of money
Throw this money

Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
Fly shit

Ion even start to hit no stages
8th house ain't even want my business
I'm so sick of artist submissions
I'm still waiting on chameleon to hit me
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Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
My liver hurt from this wocky
Why you boys even talking

Work touch down it's gone
Bitch, quit calling my phone
Pocket full of stones
I got molly for the low

I got ten toes on the floor
Put YSL on your hoe
Bitch, I'm back on the road
I'm too fly

Watch me pull off in a ghost
Watch me pull off in a ghost
I just left my fendi store
Lil mama got the work off

I drop her in Dior
I put the whip in sport
I was in and out of court
Were you there for me?

She call me Aime Leon
She a dore me
Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
Ball like Mike
Type shit

Fly shit, fly shit
I'm high as shit
I'm fly as f*ck
I'm fly as f*ck

I'm high as f*ck
She tryna grab the blunt
I'm tryna grab her butt
I'm bout to throw these hunnids

I'm bout to shit on someone
My bitch head bang like a drummer
Cop her chrome hearts cause I love her
Cop you chrome hearts cause I love you

Pop a perky im seeing double
Off this drank im sippin muddy
Go yard bag full of money
Throw this money

Fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit, fly shit
Fly shit

Ion even start to hit no stages
8th house ain't even want my business
I'm so sick of artist submissions
I'm still waiting on chameleon to hit me
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Writer: Michael Swanson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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