Lyrics So Fly... - Willow

I'm fly fly muzik on a hundred my high high
Shorty on my side she supposed ta ride
We be getting live dont kill my vibe
Let em feel me right

Step out looking fresh fuck da gossip
All da hate throwing shade you ain't got shit
Lean back fit cap count profits
No cap run da map aah stop it
Another round in cup and we bouncing
Shorty on my side light it up no stopping
Party wit my peoples best life I'm living
Cant block my shine we keep on winning
Remember have nothing now we straight reminiscing
Coming from da bottom now I'm chefing in da kitchen
Cooking up dat cook up da game all shook up
Coming for your spot ain't no bitch in us
Put my best foot forward den March upon your square
Got me fucked up thinking dat we dead out here
Still down for da streets
Still rounds full of heat
Bars ova beats
Blood hounds for da beef

I'm fly fly muzik on a hundred my high high
Shorty on my side she supposed ta ride
We be getting live dont kill my vibe
Let em feel me right

Offical cash rules going in my bag
Oh dey big mad when I drip drip smash
Microphones in my grasp
And my shorty looking bad
Burnin out da clutch while we burnin down a Dutch
Screaming all we got is us
All deez niggaz trash all cap younging trust
I shine diamond cuts pinky ring cant touch
Let em lean in dey cup to dumb for catching up
Who want smoke blowing smoke screens what
See dey gassed you up
Come fuck wit da wolves and mash ante up
Issues cant hang with da movement
No face tatts painted colors I'm all muzik
Real Street da label my game runs fluent
Doing damage forever habitual abuser
Needle to da record
Da culture best respect
Get stripped from your chains to your panties butt naked

I'm fly fly muzik on a hundred my high high
Shorty on my side she supposed ta ride
We be getting live dont kill my vibe
Let em feel me right