Talkin Fly - Lil Gray, Lil Dude

It’s a bird!

No no, it’s a plane!

Wait a minute.

That-that's a fuck nigga

That’s a fuck nigga in the sky!

Aye, Shawn Tha Dawn on the track

Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died

Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye!

Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh

On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles

He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I

Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll

Fuck a scope, I get up close

Throw him a party, Gray a host

Don’t get hit up, he get lit up

Smoke 'em, toss 'em, like I do a roach

I’ma keep counting, I don’t need your approval

I’m a real nigga, I got bitches from

Pull up, spin your block, like a bitch in a tutu

Shoot Glocks at your top, like i’m throwing a horseshoe

Nigga try to kick it, that .40 done caught you

Could’ve bagged you on your birthday, should’ve known that I ought to

He don’t ticket, it’ll be cheaper to off you

4 deep, 4 sticks, i’ma slide in a carpool

Don’t say «be safe», when the fuck did I need it?

Chase cake, no breaks, for a hell of a reason

I’m parked at Chase, with a slip and a reader

Got bitches I pay,

Lil Gray send shots, like a sip of Tequila

Lil bitch eat dick, I’ma leave it to Beaver

Bitch you can get crossed, fuckin' with Swipe Jesus

Gray push that red button, get killed so easy

Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died

Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye!

Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh

On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles

He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I

Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll

Luciano! Trap nanana!

Work right there on the stove

I give him a faceshot if he act bold

I’m rockin designer, i’m fly like a drone

Meet me at the BP, i’ll serve you a zone

Rockin' Montcler, cause i’m living too cold

I got them bands, coming in by the load

Niggas ain’t gangster, man, these niggas told

I’m sellin' records, I used to sell Coke

I came from the bottom, yeah, close to the floor

And I shot me a gun, way before I could vote

Catch his ass in the morning, turn his ass to some toast

Hit the streets, Luciano, yeah, he give 'em hope

Uh, uh, Cartier frames with the peacoat

Stick on me, every time I look through the peephole

I’ll let it all out, i’ll shoot til it’s zero

Dig a hole for a nigga, like my name Z-Ro

Got cheese in my pocket, I ain’t talking Lito’s

You’re getting, tryna be another hero

Masked up, run down, like i’m Rey Mysterio

Big stick, man, this shit knock down a Hippo

Headshot, niggas better know how to Limbo

Uber Truck, or I might hop out the Limo

We in the freecar, slide in the rental

Pull on your block in that mufuckin Benzo

Run up on me, and he talkin' fly, he died

Like a jetpack, send him to the sky, bye!

Run up like it’s fun, you meet my gun, then you’re done, oh

On the block, my youngin sellin' bows, totin' poles

He ran and left his man just to get smoked, niggas hoes, I

Give a fuck if niggas swole, hit his dome, then we roll