Fye Lyrics

We hit that boy with the (fye)

We hit that boy with the (fye)

We hit that boy with the fye (fye, fye, fye)

We hit that boy with the (fye)

Nigga got hit with the (fye)

We hit that boy with the fye

I'm thinking about Jesus Christ

I wonder if we were alike

He wouldn't take other lives

But we hit that boy with the fye

We hit that boy with the fye

Pussy was talking but that nigga died

When I get to cockin it's 4th of July

That boy was walking, we hit him with fye

Yeah

Oh my fucking god

Oh my fucking god

That boy is walking, we hit him, surprise

Know some niggas that want my demise

Get too deep in my bag for the fries

I'ma look at her head like it's mine

Niggas look at my head like a prize

Don't forget, we hit him with fye

No mistake, cook a nigga, well done, no steak

Every day that I wake up, I bake

I get a bowl, not because the flakes

Please go outside, you can't touch the earth

Boy come outside, you can't touch my face

Every day that I wake up, I wanna be something great

Way too much money that I gotta make

So many chances that I wanna take

I think it's funny that she want a break

Dreadin this mofuckin' life like Jamaican

That bitch could not be my wife, she'd be snakin

I know she mine recognize her, the fragrance

She just my vibe, I don't wanna be dating

Everything in my little world is grayscale

Fuck with her, she play fair

I just been running from love like a great scare

That shit a nightmare

That bitch she run from my love

But I will not chase her, see if I care

Too busy chasing the paper, counting the flavors

You can't catch my glare

I'm thinking about Jesus Christ

I wonder if we were alike

He wouldn't take other lives

But we hit that boy with the fye

We hit that boy with the fye

Pussy was talking but that nigga died

When I get to cockin it's 4th of July

That boy was walking, we hit him with fye