Pull up scrape the curb smokin' on that fye fye,
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy
Bitch is like a pet, always on my side,
We can roll it place a bet, standin on two feet you tryna fight I push him back,
Sock him in his face he tryna run and hide he fake,
He pussy boy in yellow tape,
Aye, where my bitch I wanna f*ck again, if my lil boo ain't around the town I'm finna f*ck her friend,
Steppin with this paper all these benjis in a rubber band,
Smokin on that zaza in my cup I got that Juice n Gin,
Mixin with two cups thinkin as I watch the fan
What the f*ck I do, smokin with the zaza man,
High as f*ck I'm geeked, I'm rollin like a ceiling fan,
What the f*cks the word, I'm f*cked up I forgot the plan,
We can keep it gangsta in case they wanna try,
Smokin in rotation everybody's gettin fried,
Trippin off them teachers I ain't even gonna lie,
Smoke one for the real, put your lighters in the sky bitch,
Spillin half my cup as I'm walkin out the door,
I ain't trippin bout the spill cuz I always got some more,
Always sippin cuz I feel it, it's a party what I know,
We get f*cked up off the Henn, tell em bring me in some more,
Bring me in some more cuz my bag is runnin low,
If yo bitch she wanna stop she can come and see the show,
Keep a doobie in my coat, big ole glock you know I tote,
Put some gas up in the jet, take a dabbie watch me float,
Now my weed is feelin sticky and it's purp,
Why yo bitch she on my dick she always lurk,
Like I been in Dallas ballin like I'm Dirk,
I ain't say no words she takin off her skirt,
Deagan T, you know I make em go bezerk,
In the club, back in where the bitches twerk,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Pull up scrape the curb smokin' on that fye fye,
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy,
Pull up scrape the curb,
Party in the burbs,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
They said that I'm a sly guy
Deagan T - SLY GUY (feat. Ga$$edUpK) Lyrics
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Pull up scrape the curb smokin' on that fye fye,
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy
Bitch is like a pet, always on my side,
We can roll it place a bet, standin on two feet you tryna fight I push him back,
Sock him in his face he tryna run and hide he fake,
He pussy boy in yellow tape,
Aye, where my bitch I wanna f*ck again, if my lil boo ain't around the town I'm finna f*ck her friend,
Steppin with this paper all these benjis in a rubber band,
Smokin on that zaza in my cup I got that Juice n Gin,
Mixin with two cups thinkin as I watch the fan
What the f*ck I do, smokin with the zaza man,
High as f*ck I'm geeked, I'm rollin like a ceiling fan,
What the f*cks the word, I'm f*cked up I forgot the plan,
We can keep it gangsta in case they wanna try,
Smokin in rotation everybody's gettin fried,
Trippin off them teachers I ain't even gonna lie,
Smoke one for the real, put your lighters in the sky bitch,
Spillin half my cup as I'm walkin out the door,
I ain't trippin bout the spill cuz I always got some more,
Always sippin cuz I feel it, it's a party what I know,
We get f*cked up off the Henn, tell em bring me in some more,
Bring me in some more cuz my bag is runnin low,
If yo bitch she wanna stop she can come and see the show,
Keep a doobie in my coat, big ole glock you know I tote,
Put some gas up in the jet, take a dabbie watch me float,
Now my weed is feelin sticky and it's purp,
Why yo bitch she on my dick she always lurk,
Like I been in Dallas ballin like I'm Dirk,
I ain't say no words she takin off her skirt,
Deagan T, you know I make em go bezerk,
In the club, back in where the bitches twerk,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Pull up scrape the curb smokin' on that fye fye,
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy,
Pull up scrape the curb,
Party in the burbs,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
They said that I'm a sly guy
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy
Bitch is like a pet, always on my side,
We can roll it place a bet, standin on two feet you tryna fight I push him back,
Sock him in his face he tryna run and hide he fake,
He pussy boy in yellow tape,
Aye, where my bitch I wanna f*ck again, if my lil boo ain't around the town I'm finna f*ck her friend,
Steppin with this paper all these benjis in a rubber band,
Smokin on that zaza in my cup I got that Juice n Gin,
Mixin with two cups thinkin as I watch the fan
What the f*ck I do, smokin with the zaza man,
High as f*ck I'm geeked, I'm rollin like a ceiling fan,
What the f*cks the word, I'm f*cked up I forgot the plan,
We can keep it gangsta in case they wanna try,
Smokin in rotation everybody's gettin fried,
Trippin off them teachers I ain't even gonna lie,
Smoke one for the real, put your lighters in the sky bitch,
Spillin half my cup as I'm walkin out the door,
I ain't trippin bout the spill cuz I always got some more,
Always sippin cuz I feel it, it's a party what I know,
We get f*cked up off the Henn, tell em bring me in some more,
Bring me in some more cuz my bag is runnin low,
If yo bitch she wanna stop she can come and see the show,
Keep a doobie in my coat, big ole glock you know I tote,
Put some gas up in the jet, take a dabbie watch me float,
Now my weed is feelin sticky and it's purp,
Why yo bitch she on my dick she always lurk,
Like I been in Dallas ballin like I'm Dirk,
I ain't say no words she takin off her skirt,
Deagan T, you know I make em go bezerk,
In the club, back in where the bitches twerk,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Throw them ones, watch them strippers go to work,
Pull up scrape the curb smokin' on that fye fye,
Party in the burbs hunnids in the sky sky,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
Creep in through the back they said that I'm a sly guy,
Pull up scrape the curb,
Party in the burbs,
Ridin real low Jordans with the tie dye,
They said that I'm a sly guy
Writer: Deagan Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid