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[Chorus: Brandon Blvd]
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm just fly like a kite
Diamonds knocking your sight
Got a bitch on the right
I'ma do what I like (Yeah)
Superbowl rings on the right
You niggas don't wanna fight
I'ma beat you on sight
You throw hands like a dyke

It's been long, I got a bag right on my right (Bow Bow)
All my niggas got bands
We be stacking these rands (Stack it up)
Big shout out to my fans
I grew up on the Mic
Hit the stu with a bike (Skir Skirrr)
Had to get this shit right

[Verse 1: Yxmz]
S'phil impilo namagenge
Livin' the life with my gang
We got a couple of G's
Sidl'u-Polony noCheese
Uber-Uber pull up Fahrenheit
Thirsty bitches gottem for one night
Look at the future it's shining bright
My girls get freaky maseng'chith iPlak
Step in the spot with like 5 models
Spend like 2K on my wrist
Ride in a Polo the rhims shining, painted all black like a racer
Niggas be talking bout 30 thousand
Flashing lights, camera, action now
Roll a blunt, roll another one
Sometimes I feel like a rapper
Sometimes I feel like a trapper
Flows are long Viagra
I just pop a couple xannies
Call up my nigga Manando
Tell that nigga start a moshpit
Putting silver in my mouth bitch
In the jungle and it's lawless, and my outfit looking flawless
Pushing through days tryna get paid
None of you niggas can stop me
Nigga I know you trying, I just act like I don't see
Keeping my eye on the prize
A prize you niggas will never reach
Stacking the cash, taking your girl
Young nigga living stress free
[Chorus: Brandon Blvd]
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm just fly like a kite
Diamonds knocking your sight
Got a bitch on the right
I'ma do what I like (Yeah)
Superbowl rings on the right
You niggas don't wanna fight
I'ma beat you on sight
You throw hands like a dyke

It's been long, I got a bag right on my right (Bow Bow)
All my niggas got bands
We be stacking these rands (Stack it up)
Big shout out to my fans
I grew up on the Mic
Hit the stu with a bike (Skir Skirrr)
Had to get this shit right

[Verse 2: Yxmz]
Evil gon' conquer me, life is a prophecy
I'm living proof and it's not a discussion
Lotta these niggas be offering bitches their love
Like niggas, stay with the season
Stay on the rhyming, I know that i'm wilding
My nigga don't jump or you know that i'm beasting
Oozing the confidence, poppin em actavis
Belt on my waist and I sound like i'm preaching
I'm the jungle in the beast
I'm the beast in the jungle
Yeah I fux with Nasty C
But I pour water on the cizzle
You cannot fuck with my klique
Me and my niggas we lit/
Went to a show with a bottle of vodka, pour it up for the bitches
You don't want me to go ricochet, take me back to my old ways
Reminiscing bout the old days
Now a nigga turned into a slave
Did it all for the trap game
Selling drugs at school
Just to go back to the stu
Nigga don't talk bout money
Me and my niggas go hungry
Nigga you don't wanna touch me
When i'm busy making money
Slaughter your daughter and have her for breakfast
Smile in your face like it's nothing
Nigga I'm trappin', I'm smuggling
Moving em bricks to the mountains
Moving em bricks 'til 'em mornings
[Outro: Brandon Blvd]
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm just fly like a kite
Diamonds knocking your sight
Got a bitch on the right