Young F.L.Y. - All Right

It ain't all right but I seem right
Smokin got me focused future bright like street lights
Friends turn to Foe trynna turn my wrist to ice
Tell me wat to do fuck you nigga it's my life

Speedin while I'm Smokin slowed down wen I seen blue lights
They'd love to rope a nigga inna old school on the late night
But I am to smart I'm over
Smooth I'm hit it like I'm Sosa
Livin life La Costra Nostra
All my partna we like soilders
Army or the Navy try to harm me it ain't gravy
Betta cuff your bitch she eye me imma slay the
Pussy like a villain she pull up and we be chillin
Netflix bill for nothin im fuckin cancel subscriptions
I'm stacking all money in you know that's the religion
I'm the HNIC you know that my position
"Aye that nigga Fly done Flop" pinch that nigga he wishin and catchin Zs
Nigga please I'm takin trips and in January trynna Learn how to ski
My niggas been playin in the snow tho
Colorado deep in the back of the Chevy Tahoe
How far do my go
Deep like pockets you know can't stop it no option just watch it
New louver coupe fiber optic
I spit the game like Bob Costas
GTA lifestyles pull up to different garages
Bad bitch joint lit just massage me
Life ain't no game you can't pause me
Either a throwback collection or me I'm rockin Tommy
Quick peep into my deep closet new shoes new jewels just got started
You niggas shop in departments
I invest in compartments
Like beams extendos and clip grips I don't slip
Stack blue chips
Bust on tits then I dip
Take the backend then flip
Olympic Like gymnist
3.5 balled up in my fist I'm bout to put dis in a blunt you nigga Savin Rollin skimps
Disgrace I can't tell you a simp
The game tagged me I guess I'm it

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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