Flea Styte 1 Lyrics

Ayy, uh, Bronto Boyz, Doz Gang, 1Z Fleabag, bitch, yeah, Doz Gang, Fleabag, bitch

You hear me

Fleabag, bitch, uh, yeah, Y'all gon' feel this shit, my mama

Even if it ain't physical, ayy, it's still yours

Brody got a hat for every fit, guess he like the cap

Bitch don't like to wear weave, well, I see a trap

Can I put these pills in your pussy, is you cool with that

Once we hit the road, baby, ain't no turning back

Got tired of block hustling, so I found this trap

Took my wood back from the bitch, bitch, you tried to snatch

Fake phony shit, nah, I ain't got time for that

Prison took some time from me, I can't rewind it back

Yeah, you shot me, but we turned you to a pack

Left you in that, and ain't no coming back

Ain't no way to bring you back, and now you where your brother at

Couldn't see your eyes, looked like you had a heart attack

Well, fuck the options, brought a Glock with an erection

Chopper hit his leg, sent you with all that steppin'

FN hit on me now, like, throw away that Smith & Wesson

We got to show you niggas something and teach you a lesson

Chillin' in the trenches, chase a chick with a depression

In my line, I'm pullin' up quick with a prescription

Every day I'm trappin', yeah, I'm always on a mission

He said, it's fire, can't she shoot a pack to Tristan

Put a little heart on the side, I'm 30, we can mix it

Blake brought a half and fucked it up, tryna whip it

I be vacuuming white, Uncle Washin' the dishes

Me, I'm at the microwave, lookin' like I'm fishin'

Let me get it with the ice, I'm cold water when you twist it

When it come to cookin', you can say I'm gifted

First time I tried to disappear, and I start trippin'

Had it back, it was short, but still had it clickin'

Auntie credit good, when she call, I let her get it

I just cap all day, so I see I'm worth fittin'

You can't go with the drummer, turn a giant to a midget

Had to talk with God, he told me to keep my distance

These niggas and these bitches, who say they love me, forget it

Haters diggin' dirt, tell they ass to keep diggin'

Hopefully they go find some treasure instead of fuck up my business

Yeah, lately, your boy been trippin', but he ain't playin'

I got the 30, I'm shootin' like Stephen Curry

Of this bitch, I cut it, let it spit, then I'm out in a hurry

I bet you I hit it like a turkey, when a nigga huntin'

But after that, I'm gettin' bluntin'

You know I ain't stuntin', I ain't worried bout nothin'

Cause we ain't talkin' bout no discussions

My niggas is on to somethin'

And that's the shit that we got, we call it a gift

Niggas always tryna break the bond that we get

But I ain't worried bout the shit that's comin' from your lips

Cause niggas ain't got no paperwork with this shit

It's real as shit, and that's how it's gon' get

All facts, no lies comin' from my lips

I'm just tryna make it to the top of the list

I'm just tryna make it to the top of the list

I'm just tryna make it to the top of the list

I'm just tryna make it to the top of the list

Niggas don't know, man

That's how it is, man, tryna get to the top of the list

Y'all niggas check me out one time

Y'all see y'all gon' do it again

I'm just tryna make it to the top of the list

Niggas undependin'