FI-LO

Fly lil, fye lil, fine lil bih' gotta fye lil shawty

Eyes low still see the prize lil bit

I’m deprived of the shit know my eyes look 40

Walk with a 40 like a lightskin Aubrey

Bitch stop recording got the opps all on me

Opposite clonin' but it ain't none like me

Soon as I’m up keep the high beams off me

Off me huh, off me yuh

That weatherman just tryna lock me up

I fell in love, bih' called insomnia

She showin’ up pissed with a tommy gun

Holy smokes she soak my linen

Holy ghost don’t pay no visit

Not too humble ain’t seen my limit

I just like women man fuck these bitches

Fuck these gimmicks and fuck these ****

Ain’t no cap ain't bust these triggas

Cap nor gown where the fuck these figures

Walking around like I’m that ****

Run this shit up for my fam like yuh

These boys they stuck with the grams like yuh

Homie cold feet in the ground like uh

Six feet hold it down for the man like uh

Fi lo (fi lo)

Fly hoes (fly hoes)

Bros over hoes that’s the motto (motto)

MD/20s fuck a bottle pay no fees flying out to Chicago

Aye

Brand new bands that’s a kick back (that’s a Kick back)

Yuh

Pussy ass **** better get back (better get back)

Huh

Labels tryna sign no set back

Where your head at

In da clouds with a jet pack

Y’all kinkos we regal but somehow illegal

Kemba game winner walk off da court

She wanna ride da horse I rock polo sport

You smokin mid, y’all fuck with xans

Pull up and I shoot you I’m Megaman

Stash it in the poodle from Pakistan

And the palaces feel lavish bitch

And the pastor man demands a check

My wallet said employ a chef

Cook it right gourmet might splash on my white nikes

Patty cake on her cakes shawty servin' duncan hine

Brah, **** want a share of my crop

Michael Vick fuck with my dawgs

Her head game put me on top

Twistin' up the spliff when I plot

EBT codes when I shop

Doug Dimidome with the rock

**** made it home off a bond

My lawyer been a pro since the drop

Fi lo (fi lo)

Fly hoes (fly hoes)

Bros over hoes that’s the motto (motto)

MD/20s fuck a bottle pay no fees flying out to Chicago

Aye

Brand new bands that’s a kick back (that’s a Kick back)

Yuh

Pussy ass **** better get back (better get back)

Huh

Labels tryna sign no set back

Where your head at

In da clouds with a jet pack

Okay it's god bitch

Pull up with the mob

Whole squad shit

Pass me the pot I been nauseous

Still cautious

See the feds watching me

Y'all imposters

They didn't love me in August

Of like last year, how sad hear

Now I come back to my old crib

For some old laughs y'all trapped here

I be thinking Imma live forever

Might bring my bitch to the after life

And show her it only gets better

In a smokey room is it after 5

Cuz my day tends to start when I'm ready

I get outta bed break bread with the yeti

I'm cold as Samuel where is my super suit

Don't needa yell I'm already super zooted

Arugula all in my wallet

I could spend it not lose any profit

I could spend it look good for your honor

Take my whole team to court

Imma good boy I promise

And honestly it ain't enough

Get u choked up when u fucking with dust

I got yo bitch in my passenger seat

And she wet imma eat it she freak like Mrs. Puff