Young F.L.Y. - Outro

The game cold
Niggas flakey
You gotta shit sum niggas i guess that's why they hate me

But this shit made me
Mashes potatoes it's all gravy
You can't fuckin fade me Unless your start wit Swisher
Old ass niggas hatin better than watch his fuckin sister
Cuz she bout my age Nd you know it's fair game
Shit to be sold not told From wat I was told
Stack this Cheddar back then right now and wen I'm old
My phone keep buzzin
All this shit from nothin
Thoughts to myself like "damn I gotta keep it comin" trap mindset
Nigga trapped in that mindset
Gotta reach my quota then dip I got my time set

Timepiece on my mind piece ide change em fore
I sleep in them sheets you thought you a good girl
Break your heart find out that she creep
That's why we keep it on the low
Nigga you'll prolly never know
Unless the bitch slip
At that point imma prolly already in the wind
Smokin speedin plotting onna milli-en
Before the next millennium to split wit friend Nd kin
Bars hard like strict parents
Break it off like a bad marriage
Chevy wit 350 horses just like a carriage

I'm erring on the side of caution
Circle the block before I'm Parking
Just in case I think they watchin
Semi auto what armed wit
Pop em - make em stop drop n roll- like a fire drill
Popping pills ain't my thrill sell Nd collect the bills
And the Franks I'm erry thing you think you ain't
Deep in your subconscious
Imma monster just like lochness
Deep dark pain is what unlocked this
I don't see no one to stop us
Los Costra linguini like the mobsters
Ballin hard wen I get the ball like the monstars
Close my eyes feel im home wen I'm lookin at the stars... bitch
3.5 in the backwood upgrade from regular gars since
Bars punchin beatin niggas ass like it's Errol Spence
Smoked out can barely open my eyes all behind the tint
Is that Young Fly in that shit ? Use common sense
Lil bitch - I been getting it for awhile ni
Hit my wood count my cash up
And I smile now

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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