Fye Video (MV)

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 f*cking god
Oh my f*cking 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 mof*ckin' 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
F*ck 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