Fly Sh!t – Coi Leray
Quotable Lyrics:
Ridin’ a foreign, my trunk in the front
Neck, wrist bussin’, it’s lit like a blunt
Shut down the mall, get whatever I want
Ten racks for a fit, only wear that sh*t once
Two-tone Cullinan truck, yeah
Feelin’ like Giannis, I get bucks
We really runnin’ it up
B*tch, don’t spill what’s in my cup (Yeah)
It’s goin’ down, goin’ down, yeah
Gotta get you in my bedroom, need that sh*t right now
It’s goin’ down, goin’ down
I’ma make you feel special, let me show you how (Yeah, yeah)
Only fly sh*t, wake up, make deposits (Yeah)
Hot topic, they know I got options
Only fly sh*t, wake up, make deposits (Yeah)
Hot topic, they know I got options
Yeah, this Audemar, my diamonds pink
I spent one-eighty, this shit crazy
VVS, b*tch, no fugazi
Since a kid, it’s been, “F**k you, pay me”
Ace of Spades, get wasted, uh
He say, “Ooh, bae, you my favorite”
Gucci heels, I’m such a lady
Vintage CC from the 80’s/eighties (Yeah)
Ain’t sh*t basic, 818/eight-one-eight, they send me cases
Sit ’em right next to the Glocks in the basement
Off-White written, in quotations, “R.I.P Virgil”
Two-tone Cullinan truck, yeah
Feelin’ like Giannis, I get bucks
We really runnin’ it up
B*tch, don’t spill what’s in my cup (Yeah)
