I'm Fly (ft. Yo Gotti) Songtext
von Trae

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Niggas got a problem Houston

I′m the truth, haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin′ where my wrists at
Paint wet, tint, got it pitch black
Doors open up, somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly, I′m fly, I′m fly, I'm fly
I′m fly, I'm flyer than a motherfucker
I′m fly, I'm fly, I′m fly, I'm fly
I'm fly, I′m flyer than a motherfucker

Yeah, I′m in the hood rockin' somin′ tinted
It's me, I′m the realest nigga sittin' in it
You can find me in the gutter, somewhere hidden in it
Next to this bitch with so much ass she barely fit up in it
Yeah you can miss me with that rapper shit
I′m in the trap where we specialise in rap and breathin'
Street nigga, I told you I would in the store
I'm in the jungle with gorillas up under my car


Inside of it imported from overseas
Blowin′ money, my mo below 30 degrees
Two pricks on the watch, I′d never waste time
No phone but the bitch still givin' me Facetime

I′m the truth, haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin′ where my wrists at
Paint wet, tint, got it pitch black
Doors open up, somin' freaky in the back
I′m fly, I'm fly, I'm fly, I′m fly
I′m fly, I'm flyer than a motherfucker
I′m fly, I'm fly, I′m fly, I'm fly
I′m fly, I'm flyer than a motherfucker

Ay look, I'm helicopter flat, partner-zilla off the hatch
And we ain′t comin′ down, we gon' kick it in the sky
Straight in bird game like my nigga Jim Jones
You playin′ wordgames and I ain't talkin′ on the phones
What up Trae? Salute the APN
I might count 20 briefs if you can find me 10
I just might cop the Ash DeMar photo
White on white on white and take a twin-pic photo


Real from the get-go, Douggie, Zen and Blizzo
You think you can grew into me? I don't think so
Bought her half a bottle in the club, but I don′t drink though
One, comma, zero, zero, zero, zero

I'm the truth, haters can't miss that (zero, zero)
Street money got me shinin′ where my wrists at
Paint wet, tint, got it pitch black
Doors open up, somin′ freaky in the back
I'm fly, I′m fly, I'm fly, I′m fly
I'm fly, I′m flyer than a motherfucker
I'm fly, I'm fly, I′m fly, I′m fly (Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs)
I'm fly, I′m flyer than a motherfucker (niggas got a problem Houston)

I'm in this black whip, black loafs
Black stingray seats, black spokes
Paint somewhere in the water, swimmin′ over land
Trap money in a bunch of white-colored sand
Fuck bein' broke, bitch I drip
Tryna deck who? Bitch I′m strapped
Pray if you want to get to heaven, blue back
I'm an asshole, you already knew that

I'm the truth, I′m the king
One of the reallest fly niggas you done seen
Fifty stacks around my neck, nigga that′s nothin'
Diamonds jumpin′ off the chain, they stuntin'

I′m the truth, haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin′ where my wrists at
Paint wet, tint, got it pitch black
Doors open up, somin' freaky in the back
I'm fly, I′m fly, I′m fly, I'm fly
I′m fly, I'm flyer than a motherfucker
I′m fly, I'm fly, I′m fly, I'm fly
I'm fly, I′m flyer than a motherfucker

I′m the truth, haters can't miss that
Street money got me shinin′ where my wrists at
Paint wet, tint, got it pitch black
Doors open up, somin' freaky in the back