[Chorus]
I done did a lot of people wrong, sorry, this my fault
When I hear them sirens, I throw my gun, I can't get caught
Geeked up in the SRT, I fuck 'round, hit the sidewalk
Ass so fat, she threw it back, you would think her ass bought
Rather hit my blunt and sip some lean, hell nah, I don't pop no pills
Had codeine while I fuck your main, hell nah, I'm finna sign a deal
I knew that lil' boy wasn't no gangster, caught him, he was standin' still
I'm a Fly Boy, this a Fly Boy lifestyle, yeah, I fuck with Manny still
[Verse 1]
I got dog shit, you know that, though
She a fan, I don't know that ho
She be out here fuckin' every nigga, why the hell you post the ho?
Nigga run up on you, no questions asked, you supposеd to blow
He is not a killer, he a troll, hе tryna go joke for joke
She gotta fuck me back, turn to competition, I go stroke for stroke
It's only one of you and two of us, you might as well just fuck us both
It's only one of you and two of them, better throw on your switch and hit 'em both
She a freaky girl, so I'ma politely ask her can she drive the boat?
Everybody rich now, y'all niggas cap, shut up
Drop lo' and you get down, when you swing the cab, hit neck up
She don't like her titties, ten thousand just to put her breasts up
That boy had tried it, head-tapped his ass, fucked that nigga rest up
You must don't know my name, they call me Corey Pusha
I don't give a fuck if I owe 'em, I'ma swing that Drac' 'til I get forty push-ups
I'm only sixteen, I damn near been in forty pussies
Try to run behind the tree, I let the switch off, damn near hit forty bushes
[Chorus]
I done did a lot of people wrong, sorry, this my fault
When I hear them sirens, I throw my gun, I can't get caught
Geeked up in the SRT, I fuck 'round, hit the sidewalk
Ass so fat, she threw it back, you would think her ass bought
Rather hit my blunt and sip some lean, hell nah, I don't pop no pills
Had codeine while I fuck your main, hell nah, I'm finna sign a deal
I knew that lil' boy wasn't no gangster, caught him, he was standin' still
I'm a Fly Boy, this a Fly Boy lifestyle, yeah, I fuck with Manny still
[Verse 2]
Haha, pop up in his dream, you remember me?
She bad and she got swag, shit, I might just name her Kennedy
Man, I ain't get shit for Christmas, on that bullshit, take your Christmas tree
She rip my drawers off and eat the dick like Rice Krispie treat
Hundred-round drum, shoot 'til it's done, they can't finish me
Two Glocks up on my hip whenever I shoot it, call me Pistol Pete (Yeah)
Went to the bank today and pulled out ten thousand
My brother keep on gettin' locked up, I guess he wildin'
I don't entertain these niggas
Rather grab my Glock, go bang on niggas
Micro Draco shoot fully, when it hit, he thought a train done hit him
Nigga better not fuck with us, on everything, we dangerous, nigga
She said Corey was a lil' boy, whipped it out, she say he slangin', nigga
Come through, clean shit up, you would think that we the maitenance, nigga
Ayy, ayy, you hear them sirens, twin?
Shit loud as fuck, bro, what the fuck is that?
Brrt, hah, haha
I done turned myself into a player, I don't ride in hotbox
They get behind us, we gotta run away, we ridin' with hot Glocks
I'm psyched out, might fuck around and drop my dot
Tell these boys don't pop out
If you fall too many times, you fall off
[Chorus]
I done did a lot of people wrong, sorry, this my fault
When I hear them sirens, I throw my gun, I can't get caught
Geeked up in the SRT, I fuck 'round, hit the sidewalk
Ass so fat, she threw it back, you would think her ass bought
