Fly Shit Tory Lanez

[Intro]
I might be the sauciest thing since Prego, nigga
Yeah, (That boy Cass') Ah, ah

[Chorus]
I talk fly shit, ha-ah-ah
I got your slime rich, ha-ah-ah
Call me Juvenile, ha-ah-ah
She wan' fuck me now, ha-ah-ah
I talk fly shit, I take flight bitch
I had to shine, bitch, I had to shine, bitch
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
I got green on me, bitch, I'm Irish

[Verse]
We gon' light for real
Guns in the back for real
Came from the bottom of the bottom
Put him on track for real
I got them still in denial, flex
I got a sinister complex
Whole lot of drip in my mindset
I can't be into the nonsense, nah
Pull up in the 6, baby, I cannot be cuffin' a bitch
All of you bitches fuckin' on my partners
I will not be caught up and brought up for shit
Nigga, I'm fresh in the fit, pepper the mint
Look how I come in that bih'
Shawty all bummy, she wanna come fuck me
She know that that shit is a definite lick
I was in the hood I just had a stand off