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Yeah It's some fly shit right here (Statik Selektah) We outside with it Although, this summer, we really outside We gettin' live tonight, though Let's go Heavy in my cup, pouring up Got a whole seven grams in my Dutch, what the fuck? It's a Friday and crime pays, so roll up Don't nobody see you 'til you blowing up, that's a fact Eyes on the prize while you enjoy the moment 'Cause don't nobody know where you going You could be an underground talented rapper who spit bars Then the next year, you could be a star I said it's all God's plan, but he give us free will Your choice to make moves, so be still Me? I'm an assassin murdering mics for dollar bills And you only good as your last kill Got a new deal, cop some new wheels Cop some new drip, spend a thou' on a fit I be moving 'round in Cali, out in Slauson Or H-Town to Austin, from Lawton to Boston We outside Letras de cancionesFresh out the coupe, yeah, we traveling high Palm trees, the summer breeze kisses my neck, too fresh while we kicking back Sex on the beach, yeah, we feeling the vibe So fly, so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly Drop tops and palm trees Hoppin' juice in a coupe, chasin' a Nike swoosh Throwin' deuce out the roof, swingin' the axel loose You can't refute how I leave bystanders lookin' aloof Stacking loot twenty-five/eight, what's your excuse? Rest in peace Proof, I'm back on my codeine abuse Solo on the loot, one deep, hustle recluse Pockets obtuse, so hatin' on me, what's the use? My wrist rocky like the lil' squirrel that's with the moose I had to jump through hoops to earn gains Rearrange the plan, switch lanes and campaign I'm tryin' to expand, no time to explain When I carre cut the fangs, in amazement, they exclaim Come between me and my bread and that's dangerous When it come to hating, it's a surplus Iced out surfers 'cause the grind is in service Outside, don't get nervous it's a circus, just stay on your note Fresh out the coupe, yeah, we traveling high Palm trees, the summer breeze kisses my neck too fresh, while we kicking back Sex on the beach, yeah, we feeling the vibe So fly, so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly I'm the fresh shoe stepper Hugh Heffner dresser Coupe pusher, jewel repper, yes, sir Young sire from the gunfire Played the field without an umpire, still got a dove flier Higher, all I saw was the scoreboard Championships, champagne being poured To be ignored is energizing, no improvising What's meant is meant, without a flinch was enterprising Visine, heard a loop and got loopy with it Uzi spitted,, Dior shades and Gucci fitted Truly vivid I paint pictures, this cake mixture Only a drifter'll differ and claim the ain't scripture Biblical scrolls, this is miracle mold, behold God's plan, I had zero control, console All haters, Avirex all gator Summer, spring, winter, fall, more paper Fresh out the coupe, yeah, we traveling high Palm trees, the summer breeze kisses my neck, too fresh while we kicking back Sex on the beach, yeah, we feeling the vibe So fly, so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly From Letras Mania