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Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2
[Huey]
All eyes on me like Tupac
26's on the drop and 2 blocks
What am I? Everything you not
Ballin!
Raised off them true blocks
Interior paint, rims color coordinated
Yes, yes, it's blessed as if the Lord made it
Naw nigga dont jack, that's for your safety
My gun's got heat sensors and no safety
I'm an expert in anything that I do
No cubics, all diamonds are blue
I know ya heard about me
No I'm not worried about ya
I sit back, relax, sittin on Louis couches
That's right the truth is out bitch
I knock your toothless out, bitch
You ain't ready for what I'm bringing and who I'm out wit
You can flex, front hard if you want to
Meantime, Huey gon do what the f**k he want to
Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2
[MempHitz Verse]
Who's flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing choo-choo train
Throw a stack up on it, I'll throw a stack back
Put some gangsters on it, I'ma push some gangster back
It's time to face the facts
The rest of you niggas is lame
I'll tell ya boss the same
Yeah, I'm killing the game
Yeah I'ma A n R
But I got an AR
That shoot real far
Go straight up through ya car
I'm flier than flavor
Stay duckin a hater
F**k what you talking about
My nigga we getting that paper
I know u heard about us
Hitz Committee, the shit
H-u-e-y, he fly
He the type of guy that make a whole lot of money for his company
Committee, how we living, never tricking that's a felony
I stay so hi-i-i-i-i-igh
I'm so fly these niggas starting to call me G-5
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2
[Huey]
I'm fly as a pelican
Fly as you ever been
For you haters, guess what?
My career will never end
Bout to cop a berry Benz
Sit it on some berry rims
In the hood selling stocks of shit with berry stems
I'm getting heavy cake
Can't carry my heavy safe
But I got heavy k's to lift up your heavy face
As a child I never had a nice life
But thanks to Angie and Memph I'm in the bright lights
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x4
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