Fly By Jace! (​​​​iayze)

[Intro]
Ooh, bitch, ayy, real Murda Worth shit, know I'm talkin' 'bout (Kele)
Uh, okay, know I'm, SXSW
Catch him out this shit, SXSW

[Verse]
Fan-ass nigga gon' see me in person and shut up
The Glock just came with a switch, bitch, what up?
Playin' like we finna box, make him put his lil' gun up
Then slump his mom over the table (What?)
And my rent like two bands, I remember watchin' cable (Bitch)
We gon' kick through the door and slump his daddy
He tryna breathe, he ain't able (Uh, bitch)
You never been in a stolo, you see the opps then you scream, "Go" (Go, hurry, go)
ARP jump like a pogo, I'm tryna see his lil' brains on the flo' (Bitch, on the flo', bitch)
Kickin' back, smokin' my dope (My dope)
That nigga mad I be fuckin' his ho (His ho)
Put up the ARP, ride with the Dracos (Draco)
Kick through the door, I'm like, "Show me the dough" (Lil' dough, dough)
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' get on the flo' (Get on the flo', flo')
Opp-ass nigga and they callin' the popo (Popo)
Brains on the curb, now that shit look like fro-yo (Fro-yo)
Countin' up chicken, bitch, ain't talkin' pollo (Pollo)
She wanna boot off of Casamigos
Sosa out his top, tryna fuck her amigas (Amigas)
Creep through the block, then I hit three guys (Three guys)
5.56 long as fries, no Five Guys (Five Guys)
7.62 hit his leg, make him cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Feel like a baby, put lean in a ba-ba (Ba-ba)
This bit' crazy, had to tell her ass, "Bye-bye" (Bye-bye)
I8 Bimm', finna watch me fly by (Fly by)
Smoke yo' homie and watch you cry
Bitch, bet not be outside side-by-side
If he at the show then we catchin' them guys
I don't give a fuck, I'll shoot up SXSW
I'm from The Murda, bitch, I'm talkin' out west
Pull up to his projects and air out the complex
I'm from the south, bitch, we can't plex
She talkin' 'bout usin' her mouth all over a text