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fleek - fly boy gang lyrics

[intro: fbg cash]
yah, yah (haha)
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, yeah (boom, boom)
and these hollows you can meet, yeah (baow, baow*baow, baow*baow)
boy, i put this on the g, yeah
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, yeah ([?], what’s up, man?)
and these hollows you can meet, yeah (diesel, what’s up? [?])
boy, i put this on the g, yeah (sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, man)
yeah (no more free cash 2)

[chorus: fbg cash & fbg young]
boy, this glizzy is on fleek and these hollows you can meet
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me
boy, this glizzy is on fleek and these hollows you can meet (yeah, yeah)
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee (yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me (yeah, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me (it’s younggodumb)
[verse 1: fbg young]
and that glizzy stay with me, all walk*ups when we creep (young)
you will get f’ed up you t up with a g (get on him)
and these b*tches be on me, put ’em on a leash (get back)
i ain’t cuffin’ nothin’, relationships ain’t for me (no*no, no*no)
twitter b*tch, you’re such a birdie (i let ’em fly)
ballin’ like i got on james’ jersey
that’s worthy, these b*tches ain’t worth nothin’
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah
i went to sleep with my bands (with my bands)
i bought a drum with my bands (with my bands)
i’m smokin’ opp, dead mans, d*mn (smoke his ass, d*mn)
run up, this b*tch spin like a fan, yeah

[chorus: fbg cash & fbg dutchie]
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, and these hollows, you can meet
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me (ayy)
boy, this glizzy is on fleek (ayy), and these hollows, you can meet (ayy)
boy, i put this on the g (ayy), you can get put on a tee (ayy)
all these hitters stay with me (ayy), so don’t never play with me (ayy)
all their b*tches stay on me (ayy, huh), i guess that’s why they hate on me (ayy)

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
bro, this ruger be on fleek and cash got the jeep (that creeper)
but young got that knock*your*f*ckin’*head*to*your*feet (that what?)
call him jason voorhees, knock your block off (ayy, ayy)
then blow you down, break you down, and pop a glock off (glock off)
dj pj, hoes on my d*ck, my d*ck
so i f*cked her, then split, get that switch, oh sh*t
swapped her out for that mouth on her friend
busy bee, but f*ck that sh*t ’cause cho the sh*t, lil’ silly b*tch, is it he? (i am)
foreign cars for the squad, any size, mr. t
i hope them boys don’t mention me, ancient times, history
ice age, blizzard heat, i’ma let the glizzy speak (that glizzy)
hit you in your [?], now tell them boys, “go get the sheet” (go get that)
’cause that—, ooh
[chorus: fbg cash]
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, and these hollows, you can meet
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, and these hollows, you can meet (baow, baow)
boy, i put this on the g (ooh), you can get put on a tee (yeah)
all these hitters stay with me (okay), so don’t never play with me (it’s cash)
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me (ayy)

[verse 3: fbg cash]
let me tell you a story ’bout a shorty
who was from st. lawrence, early in the morning
on the way to school with that tool in his pocket
i said, “he on fleek” ’cause i knew that he’ll pop it
get out his way, please give him some sp*ce, shorty ’bout his business
he look like he ain’t fightin’, down to snipe you with precision
so i said, “shorty, how you play it, you gon’ get some money
you busy countin’ paper, ain’t no time to be on dummy
get some guns, still, keep it low, i know you’ll blow”
but he was still lurkin’ for that body on the low
swear i miss my n*gga boss trell, mr. k!ll somethin’
“king of the hits” while you n*ggas drill frontin’, gang

[chorus: fbg cash]
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, and these hollows, you can meet
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me
boy, this glizzy is on fleek, and these hollows, you can meet
boy, i put this on the g, you can get put on a tee
all these hitters stay with me, so don’t never play with me
all their b*tches stay on me, i guess that’s why they hate on me

- fly boy gang lyrics

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