On Fye Freestyle

[Tag]
Mathias, hahahahaha

[Verse 1]
I'm the type, To do what I want (Yup)
You be the type, To do what you can
Blick too big can't pull up my pants (Nah)
Guap can't fit, That's too many bands (Too many)
Boy wan' fight? Catch too many hands (Huh)
Clicking on sight, You got two man advantage (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Highlight some strippers, Spend money, They dance (Yuh, Dance)
I'm a boss nigga, Got money in hands (With the cash)
Dining, my baby got attitude tantrums (Yeah, ay)
I ball like a Dan, I feel like I'm Danny (Balling like Danny)
That's how I be feeling when I'm in the phantom (Phantom)
If we slide down yo block, Just gon' hit like the cambers (Yeah, Damn)
I hang with Lil Scoop, Got some shit, Got this mantle (Whoo)
Oh you ain't enough? Think you too much to handle? (Whoo)
I stay on my feet like a new pair of sandals (Whoo)
Light up with this blick, Like some roaches, They scramble (Whoo)

[Chorus]
Damn, I'm to hot in this bitch, I'm on fye' in this bitch (Fye, Fyе, Fye, Fye, Fye, Fyе)
So please - Don't even try in this bitch
You can die in this bitch
Oh yeah I forgot, I'm high in this bitch
Feel like I popped a pill, Can't get higher than this
I pull up, Get the money, Then slide into mist
No, I ain't sorry for this I been poppin' my shit
So Supa, Big Slicker, something they won't forget

[Verse 2]
I'm 6'7" but my bag taller than this (Damn)
When I whip out the bag she hop all on the dick (Whoo)
Man, That bitch sound beat when she hop on this bitch (Whoo)
Got her climbin' so high she might fall off the dick (Dayum)
When she slob on the dick, I'm not callin' the bitch (Mmm)
Boy, Don't step in my face I might fall in yo' shit (Face)
I been flexing on niggas and balling on bitches (Ball)
One push of a button Slicker off of this shit (Push)
Go Brrrr (Gang) (Hello?) (What up?)
If that ain't the gang, then it must be the plug
Go Brrrr (Gang) (Hello?) (What's hapnin?)
If it ain't for the gas, It must be for the mud (Damn)

[Verse 3]
Damn somebody must be drippin' in this bitch
That be my neck my shit drip like a faucet
Wet, Water, Ice, Boss (Ice)
Ice out my bitch 'cause she be acting bossy (Mhmm)
You ain't talking bout money - My attention, you lost it (Oh nah)
I just hop on the beat like I just started walking (Whoo)
You ain't making a move, Why you doin' all that talkin? (Bitch, yeah)
I been puffin' on gas be the reason I'm coughing (Gas)
The blick in my pants be the reason I'm walking
Going harder this season be the reason I'm hungry (Hungry, Gang)
Ain't no going back to that weed, don't belong here (On Gang)
I, Think, I see an opp, 12 O' clock on the dot, yeah (Grrrt)
I, Think I'mma bust with the Glock I just got, the new blick hit up shots, yeah (Grrt, Grrrt, Grrrrt)
I, Think, I see a thot, 12 O' clock on the dot, yeah (Whoo, Thottie)
I'm, Just tryna bust on it, lil bitch she can't come to the spot, yeah (Fuck no) (Whoo)

[Chorus]
Damn, I'm to hot in this bitch, I'm on fye' in this bitch (Fye, Fye)
So please - Don't even try in this bitch (Try)
You can die in this bitch (Die, Haa, Haa)
Oh yeah I forgot, I'm high in this bitch
Feel like I popped a pill, Can't get higher than this
I pull up, Get the money, Then slide into mist
No, I ain't sorry for this I been poppin' my shit
So Supa, Big Slicker, something they won't forget