Fly Shit! Video (MV)

They told me kill the beat, I brought a gun to the booth
Blood on the leaves, I got some blood on my shoes
I walk over to CW and get a brand new pair
Go in through the back cuz the big homie works there
I played this beat and the room went stupid
I love being fly but you already knew this
She call me dumb, bitch say something I know
Yeah you about to feel this hook like it's in your throat
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin' anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin' hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin' anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin' hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin' anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin' hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin' anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin' hands up
Bitch I only know my way
Big SPECS Sinatra baby you could hit the highway
Go about like 35 go about like 80
When I spit it's a disaster I ain't talkin' bout no Haiti
Ugh!
Look at my face when I spit raw
I don't want your bitch
Bum hoes make my dick soft
You don't wanna see me when I'm f*ckin' pissed off
Baby I'm a boss
Something similar to Rick Ross
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin' anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin' hands up
I love getting I love f*ckin' bitches dawg
And it's a real f*ckin' problem when we get involved
Bitch I'm a terrorist I bomb the f*ckin' synagogue
And it's a f*ckin' problem when me and my dawgs catch ya moms
I stay fly I put my ex on game
She said she love me? You in love with my stage name
I'm a SPIFFY! gang general bitch I stay paid
You pussies on the bench, lil' hoe I'm hall of fame
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Fly shit this the mothaf*ckin anthem
Pretty bitches put yo mothaf*ckin hands up
Yo, yo, cut the beat, cut the beat
SPIFFY! Gang been 'bout this fly shit
We been fly since they caught Jordan gambling
Since Magic got the AIDS
Since OJ tried to run away in the Bronco
Since Michael Jackson touched them kids bro
We all suited up
GoneBAD on my back
Clearweather on my feet
F*ckin' Dickies on my ass
We the flyest mothaf*cka's in this mothaf*ckin' city bro
Nobody can touch us with your Zumiez swag
With your Vans swag
With your f*ckin' Tilly's swag
You ain't got nuthin' on us
We been the flyest in the f*ckin' 714
We been the flyest in the city since f*ckin' birth bitch
Y'all can't touch me
My bitch is bad
I'm bad
My bitch ain't badder than me
I'm cuter than my bitch and that's on God!