How Fly

Uh

Jet, ****, now where haven't we?

Taylor Gang, stay rolling up them paper planes

(Yeah) Jets, ****, now where we haven't we?

And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke joints, man

Trying to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags

Before I get back to New Orleans

(Uh) How fly (Yeah)

Uh, same **** that I always been

Mets hat with green under the brim

I shop in bulk, my closet a vault

Getting dressed, sipping Rosé, OJ like pulp

Looking like myself in my old Easter photos

Socks and my rugby is Polo

Stop, freeze, on three's my low, low

Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo

Kush smoking circles in my dojo

Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid

Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses

Uh, fuck you talking 'bout, Willis?

You bitch fucking with Spitta 'cause she like her stroke different

Celebrate the moments of your life

We party all night (Uh), smoke all day

Breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight (Ye)

This is how we do

Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you

****, this is how we do

Race to the club, hop out and the valet the coupes

****, this is how we do

Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool

(Ye) Ye, and if the bitch can't roll weed

No need to bring her through

I had a dream that I was smoking California weed

And brother, I tell her, give me what I need

Pull up in car service, flying private when I leave

I'm chilling, two pretty women who speaking Japanese, ****, please

I'm selling out concerts, some five-o-one pants that sag

Zig zags and my Converse

Spitta to my left, let him hit the bong first

Lame **** asked if he get a hit

Little do we know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped

I find beautiful women and politic

Waking up, still drunk, feeling sick

I'ma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip

Listening to my brand new shit

My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided

Fly societe, and Taylor Gang or get hanged

Smoking weed with your bitches

When she told you she would never do it again

This is how we do

Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you

****, this is how we do

Race to the club, hop out and the valet the coupes

****, this is how we do

Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool

(Yeah) Yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed

No need to bring her through