Let It Fly ft. OCD Kupid Lyrics

Haha man fuck

Honestly I can't even wit' y'all bitches man

Telling me one thing meaning the next

Fuck going on mane

Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies

I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified

My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die

Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!

Fuck all of you bitches I ain't into all the fed talk

Hit him in his leg now I know that he can't walk

Claiming we ain't menaces lil' bitch you would be dead wrong

Start it then I'll finish it I'm 'bout to get yo' manz gone (Brrt)

Funny thing is these motherfuckers think we playing

Keep flashing yo' money 'round I promise imma steal that shit

Keep running yo' mouth lil' boy I promise imma drill that shit

Coming with the heater it delete ya you gone feel that jit

Feeling like Dahmer lyrical killer when I'm on these beats

Not with the drama don't give a fuck about the industry

Get hit with the llama I keep extendo's when I'm on the streets

Might call up yo' momma and tell her yo' lil' boy don't want this heat

You know that I'm solid I keep it real from my head to my feet

You know that I'm on it you better stop thinkin' that this shit sweet

Mix you with chronic might roll you up in that lil' swisher sweet

I'm jus' being honest my whole gang you know we elite (brrr)

Everybody fake as fuck these days bruh

Nobody can just keep it a hunnid bruh

Keep it real bro

RIP to Takeoff

Like why the FUCK!

Too many snakes up in the grass I need a lawnmower to cut it

Never switch up on my family I stand by my cousin

Get stabbed in the back and found out it was yo' homie that had done it

Go through that pain and ask yourself what you gained from it

Imma laugh in they face on the way to the bank

Buy an ounce of that exotic jus' to smoke it to the face

And if you ask how I been doing imma tell you I been great

I'm an asshole bitch you can come and kiss my taint (uhhh)

Broke up with my bitch on her birthday

I had to break her little heart in the worst way

Snitchin in that cage better watch what the birds say

Down south every-day imma represent my birthplace

Yeah I'm from Alabama but I'm from Florida too

Talkin' out his kneck I might jus hit him wit' my forty-two

I feel like I'm Kodak I might go and buy a golden tooth

Glass in your jewlery put together with some fuckin' glue (oh my God it's kupid)

Well then who the fuck are you?

Bitch I'm Travis Scott mixing wok wit' the jamba juice

Pussy might as well jus' kill yourself I alr' hung the noose

Killed your brother Fuck I think we caught cause now we on the news

I've been doing some thinking and I'm gonna jus' stick wit' OCD like

All the other members agree too like

If you wasn't wit' us from the start jus don't even try bro

Fuck outta here on gang!

Can't hang with you bitches nah I swear you jus' the feds or spies

I don't give a fuck I put you on the cross get crucified

My lil' partner look up to the sky say he don't want to die

Hand over his heart one on the trigger he gone let it fly!