Fly (On the Wall) Fukkit & Dutchman

[Intro]
Yeah man, you know how we doin' it, man
It's gang, gang, gang shit, nigga
I popped two xans in the stu' right now
Just drank a apple juice and bouta spit a verse
House music
Let's hit it
Yeah, uh-huh, ouu, it's what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah wha uh
It's a smash hit

[Verse]
Speaking on me wrongly get you cut up like pastrami
Send them shots right at yo' body
We don't fall out, we surround ’em
Bring the yellow tape, he ducking
Back that fronting shit or shut it
"Can't fuck with that nigga Fukkit
When I see him I'ma bust ’em"
Yeah, right
Keep your promises, I know you won't on sight
End yo' life
Only once, I hear you begging for it twice
You just human sacrifice I use as energy sometimes
I keep that Ruger by my right
Come hot and ready like some rice, uh
Face card not there, I don't even wanna care
I can't stand everybody everywhere, that's how I feel
Last time I checked you was thirsty like a refill
I reseal that bottle once I cut it for that cheap deal
Every day I'm living, that's another day of cheap thrills
Drug deals, rubber squeal, banana peel, and blood spill
Kill yourself, once heal, kill yourself, twice for real
I can't stand that smell of dirty pussy touching my nostrils
Ya whole entire clique in fear, if you in my atmosphere
I promise I'm gonna interfere and interrupt your sad career
Make it worse than how you sound on every single track you make
I make sure you evaporate and disappear like magic
Paint a picture with this static, the talent they can't handle
The bars that leave ’em panicking and scrambling for some ammo
While I'm hidden in the shadows, unnecessary camo
Drape my body like a ruthless mercenary in a sand hill
While he stalking in the dead of night, just as an example
I'll do you like they did in Chelsea Manning's latest scandal
Raid your house and kill your family, accidentally go to court
And get acquitted just by pleading I'm insane and off the handle, bitch