Flies lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
Hey, yeah
(That sh*t gon' be crazy, Jacc)

[Chorus]
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
She f*ckin', she don't think twice (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
Send him to the grave, we won't let him see the doctor (Ayy)
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Flood my wrist with water, hope my Rolex don't drown
Old b*tches who dogged me, know they hate to see me now, yeah (Ayy)
The same n*gga just got a bigger bag (Ayy)
The same n*gga, just a little bit madder (Ayy)
Oil on me, I'm the hood pastor (Ayy)
I coulda ran it, but I had to pass her (Ayy)
Roof panoramic, so I see disaster (Ayy)
We was on the scene and then my crew is Caspers
Gettin' face tats while I'm smokin' space pack
I got rich, a couple n*ggas didn't know how to take that
I heard NoCap killin' n*ggas, he used to be so laid back
He sippin' hunnid dollar lines, I think that's why his face fat
[Chorus]
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
She f*ckin', she don't think twice (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
Send him to the grave, we won't let him see the doctor (Ayy)
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners

[Verse 2]
My clip full, Backwood too, I'm good for the day
I'm always on the opps' ass, NoCap lingerie
Soon as he write a damn status, he get confiscated
If I air this b*tch, it's goin' flat like I'm Tom Brady
Catch a n*gga like I'm Randy Moss, I'm dope just like the '80s
b*tch, I only beat your back, you can't have my babies
Old money sh*t like ages, my n*ggas in the pen so I can't erase it
Pull up in an old school, still can race it
Four broads like Stunna Vegas
No Georgia, I'm money makin', she get no ring like Undertaker
I do not write my raps, but I love paper
That sh*t tatted on my face, I just love haters
That sh*t tatted on my face, I just hate love

[Chorus]
It seem like we dyin' to live life (Ayy)
Bodies be droppin' like flies (Ayy)
Promethazine on ice (Ayy)
She f*ckin', she don't think twice (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around robbers (Ayy)
Rap n*gga, still hang around choppers (Ayy)
Send him to the grave, we won't let him see the doctor (Ayy)
If we never see him, we gon' pull up on his partners