Текст песни Talkin Fly - Lil Gray, Lil Dude

Talkin Fly

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