NBDY CRZ - FTBU Lyrics

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Woke up to a baddie rolled a fattie
Told her
Fye this bitch up
The Chevy just got out the shop I'm bouta
Fye this bitch up
Them people told us not to smoke we still Gone
Fye this bitch up
I come in peace but play with me
Boy wea
Fye this bitch up

Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up

Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up

I Get that fye fye
Then go bye bye
Got that there from my fasha
Might catch me leaned back in my seat
But I don't do baby bottles
Yesterday I whipped a Tonka truck
Stepped out in my Prada
But today it's 95 air max
96 Impala
Vintage fashion
Chevy classic
Probably why I feel nostalgic
Tryna stunt just like my daddy
I made bling bling a habit
Now the paint got flakes and candy
Go budnics or the rally's
Picture me rolling
Interior salamander amphibian
I hit the kit you hear what gear I'm in
Everything I do like 90 something
Don't ask what year this is
Catch me on 285 Chevrolet Levitating
Speakers kickin like Beyoncé sister in a elevator
I'm that Annoying neighbor

Woke up to a baddie rolled a fattie
Told her
Fye this bitch up
The Chevy just got out the shop I'm boutta
Fye this bitch up
Them people told us not to smoke we still
Gone
Fye this bitch up
I come in peace but play with me
Boy wea
Fye this bitch up

Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up

I Seen the laws so you know I had to coast thru
They bust a left and imma punch it like it's pro tools
You know the Pull up game mean
I could coach ya
I'm Sittin on offsets rockin Cartis
This the culture
Yo know I'm flyzie
When I slizide
When I pop out it's cannabi
And bond no nizine
You hear me fa ya see me that's that alpine design
I 15 mine
I had the speakers wired
Fa the Chevy got primed
Appear out a cloud of smoke but don't call it hocus pocus
It's black magic on the tires
And I put flow masters on it
I hop out and tilt the brim
My outfit match the whip
Got One friend like who dat is
Other friend like girl that's him

Woke up to a baddie rolled a fattie
Told her
Fye this bitch up
The Chevy just got out the shop I'm boutta
Fye this bitch up
Them people told us not to smoke we still
Gone
Fye this bitch up
I come in peace but play with me
Boy wea
Fye this bitch up

Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Fye this bitch up
(Fye this bitch up)
Ain't none left for us to do but
Fye this bitch up