Young F.L.Y. - Eject

Scrape the weed into a pile
Stack the money by the letter
I had fucked up my first flip but progressively I got better

Now I'm gettin it flippin cuttin the profit of top
Granny like you smokin in their na im just weighin up pot

Back to drivin Gran Turismo to the bitch spot - I
Know what in life
Dusse lemonade on ice
Money by the pile - So much that we gotta weigh it
So I'm smokin stayin down I ain't playin
Saw results quickly like the bullets outta semi like the bars
I spit off top like the engine In a Hemi

But it's- Bow tie til I die
Winged creature in the sky
But I prolly end up in hell decisions I had failed
I get high as hell so on the bullshit I do not dwell
But I take my lumps ni pockets FAT like they Mr. Klump

What's the most he'll pay for a Xanax bar?
What would you do for a Klondike Girl

Ok I'm switchin gears shittin on you bitch niggas fears
Whole meats stock investin trynna eat for years

Heavy Chevy when I make my steers
I do it for all dawgs lock down for them years
Smokin for em puttin shit aside on the low
I can my brother son cuz like the sun he glow
Bust it straight down the middle nigga we already know

I seen my hand already know I won - keep it on the low
Let the game play out i just watch lookin for details tho

Human interactions different patterns niggas formin factions without making action
I'm like what's the point you stupid bastards
Count my moolah faster high like magic carpets Aladdin
Saddened that you tried to touch ni your lungs they keep collapsing
Tried to tell em chill but it was too late he already clapped ya
Niggas don't understand I be chillin
My niggas itchin to do the flippin
But I keep mine for the solo missions
Ball Blake Griffin or Scottie Pippen can't tell the difference
Like for instance first video came thru Drippin
Tip of the Iceberg like Iceberg i Be Pimpin
Niggas trippin Simpin trustin these women
Ion get it make her ride the greyhound back wit
Then don't split it only break her off a small percentage
Fuck these bitches - when I have shit to offer they wasn't actively givin
Now that I got my shit together it's just bubble gum n Dickin
Write it like a book call me Charles Dickins - my bars js straight dope...
Like a opioid prescription lil nigga cease conversations if ain't bout the figures

Tell me who spittin like this in the city nigga
Man man nigga nigga This side of the Mississippi mufucka

In the Milky Way Galaxy bitch
In the 3 rd 4th and 5th dimensions hoe!

Pass me a wood man I'm done

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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