Fly - The Pack

Can’t nobody tell me shit

I’m flyer than a bitch, man, I’m flyer than my bitch

So you can say I’m cocky I’m confident

But don’t let a nigga tell you you ain’t the shit

See see, yous a goddamn lie

Some nigga telling me I ain’t that fly

Get a lint brush, take ya clothes to the cleaners

Get a couple bucks, get the vans the cleanest

Yeah $ 35.99, but to tell the truth?

You don’t need a dime to shine

Cause the real shine comes from what’s inside

Insecurities and egos put that aside

Maybe you could realy find you a friend who ride

And you feel so fly that you might can glide

The morals of the world which you must abide

S.S. to the death, for The Pack I ride like

Fly, don’t let nobody tell you you ain’t fly

You go keep yo head up in the sky

Dreams are the things that never die

Why why am I so fly

Cleaner than west baby, fly as my sweater

Don’t let nobody tell you different, yeah whatever

I think different, ain’t scared to be different

I dress different than you, I got different visions

And light the same shit, yeah it’s different pimpin

Don’t be scared, like whatever it’s whatever

You don’t like me?

I don’t care I ain’t stressin'

Prolly need me like salad with the dressin'

Haters they mad like that’s their profession

Put my work in, I can talk about my blessins

Thank god I stay fly like the Jetsons

Thank god I saty fly like the Jetsons

Retro pimpin ya boy 87

Bounced back twice with the help of a reverend

Keep these fuckin niggas guessing, yeah

Have you ever heard of fly young pimpin?

Look in Webster, I’m the definition

Fly guy, fly whip, always in a fly whip

That get a fly bitch always givin' me tips

It’s a cold world so I’m a ice box

And the Wolfpack, how you like that

Sippin belvy diamonds for the ice yes

Hit the sun lite drippin like a faucet

I’m an idol, something like a trendset

Gun on the hip, get buff like a bench press

You don’t want it with the kid I’m a quick draw

Draw put you on my words, call it clip art

Got a girlfriend nickname cool whip

Why?

Cause she rides like a new whip

Smoove cool and it look good

I see that yeah gimme that

Whoever would have thought I’d be stunting like this

Whoever would have thought I’d be snatching yo chick

Stunna man say the boy move sick

I ride big whips and I stack big chips

Stay away from the fakes, cause the haters ain’t shit

Stay high yea I be so fly

Purp in my blunt boy I be so high

You see the stretch Hummer yea that’s up all night

I remember when I used to dream, look at the sky

Now I sit in first class and look down from the sky

Dayum now that’s a transition

Shout out to my homie shorty help me with my pimpin'

And don’t be scared if you’re different

Cause really if you think, them’s the only ones gifted

2800 you ain’t know I bag Krack St

Gotta rep the hood that’s where dirt be the ac