Fly lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
Tyler Woods, Blacksaun, Sofi Green, S.P
sh*t is gracious, my n*gga
Fly n*ggas, yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Came from the hood with the best 'caine, love the block
I'd rather have knots on a yacht or a jetplane
Play the game, f*ck the ref name
Either it's the exit or the left lane 'cause n*ggas makin' moves
My vision is a fly vision, standin' in the white sand
Starin' at the ocean then I dive in
Nike flip-flops, the ones with the cushion in 'em
Before I get to the mirror, reflection is lookin' in it
Look at the whip, maybe a pusher's in it
Maybe a hookers is in it
If he's in the kitchen, then he's cookin' in it
Dir-dirty money keep me occupied
Pretty women rule when the shotta fly, real so I'm ostracized
Playin' Chaka Khan in a Five that was modified
Find me on the streets or Spotify
Yeah, I'm humorous so I tell n*ggas, "humor us"
Bank account is large, the problems are numerous
Ghost

[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see these clothes, yeah, you see these wheels
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
n*ggas on these strains, n*ggas on these pills
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see this house, yeah, you see this watch
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Lit off this smoke, lit off this shot
[Verse 2: Sofi Green & Tyler Woods]
Yo, this pretty features for the feature with the Ghost
I'm a dime dressed up, they say I'm Ether out my clothes
G right, the Queensbridge speakers bumpin' [?]
Switch the windows in Miami 'cause it's freezin' in the snow (livin')
The silky trophy lookin' b*tch you n*ggas know
A hunnid grand, n*gga? I'ma need nine hunnid mo' (let's get it)
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
P-P-Plenty benjis in that Goyard, is D.C. holdin' your blow? (D.C.)
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Bunch up, double up in that Gucci Figaro (Gucci)
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
And them b*tches throw us out, I'ma season it some mo'

[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see these clothes, yeah, you see these wheels
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
n*ggas on these strains, n*ggas on these pills
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see this house, yeah, you see this watch
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Lit off this smoke, lit off this shot

[Verse 3: Styles P & Tyler Woods]
Acres of square feet, fly in the Benz on my bare feet
I wear the clothes, they don't wear me
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
I'm already in the sky, why would n*ggas try to air me?
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Got a line on the plug, every strain into [?] (got a line)
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
I got dirty money bands in a bag that she carries
[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see these clothes, yeah, you see these wheels
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
n*ggas on these strains, n*ggas on these pills
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see this house, yeah, you see this watch
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Lit off this smoke, lit off this shot

[Outro: Tyler Woods & Styles P]
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see these clothes, yeah, you see these wheels
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
n*ggas on these streets, n*ggas on these pills
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see these clothes, yeah, you see these wheels
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
n*ggas on these strains, n*ggas on these pills
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Yeah, you see this house, yeah, you see this watch
(Highhhhhhhhhhh)
Lit off this smoke, lit off this shot