Hit the gas, pedal I'm spamming, blow money fast when I'm in Atlanta
Hellcat, she think I'm a scammer, Pool in the back like Tony Montana
Hi-point, it started jamming Went got that FN, I'm raising my standard
Niggas mad, I hear the slander I'm talking cash, I can't understand it
Left wrist, covered in ice, He broke his wrist, cookin' up white
New whip, put it in drive, if I give you the sauce, you gotta keep quiet
If I give you some sauce, you ain't get it fromn Flyy
My niggas, they out on that road, they left the trap behind
I'm fly like a bird but some of the gang, they still out here wildin
Make the cat come alive
Old ass Uncle, he's still out beating that pack, he gave it a black eye
Black sheep turn to the goat, Guess you can call me the bad guy
Cousin still cookin' up crack rock
TyFlyy - Black Sheep Lyrics
TyFlyy - Black Sheep Lyrics
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Hit the gas, pedal I'm spamming, blow money fast when I'm in Atlanta
Hellcat, she think I'm a scammer, Pool in the back like Tony Montana
Hi-point, it started jamming Went got that FN, I'm raising my standard
Niggas mad, I hear the slander I'm talking cash, I can't understand it
Left wrist, covered in ice, He broke his wrist, cookin' up white
New whip, put it in drive, if I give you the sauce, you gotta keep quiet
If I give you some sauce, you ain't get it fromn Flyy
My niggas, they out on that road, they left the trap behind
I'm fly like a bird but some of the gang, they still out here wildin
Make the cat come alive
Old ass Uncle, he's still out beating that pack, he gave it a black eye
Black sheep turn to the goat, Guess you can call me the bad guy
Cousin still cookin' up crack rock
Hellcat, she think I'm a scammer, Pool in the back like Tony Montana
Hi-point, it started jamming Went got that FN, I'm raising my standard
Niggas mad, I hear the slander I'm talking cash, I can't understand it
Left wrist, covered in ice, He broke his wrist, cookin' up white
New whip, put it in drive, if I give you the sauce, you gotta keep quiet
If I give you some sauce, you ain't get it fromn Flyy
My niggas, they out on that road, they left the trap behind
I'm fly like a bird but some of the gang, they still out here wildin
Make the cat come alive
Old ass Uncle, he's still out beating that pack, he gave it a black eye
Black sheep turn to the goat, Guess you can call me the bad guy
Cousin still cookin' up crack rock
Writer: Tyshawn Seymour
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