Stay Fly Flow

(*talking*) G'eah what's up with it, Boss Hogg Outlawz It's your boy, Slim Thugger And this, the motherfucking Outlaw season Boyz N Blue, y'all sit back fire up some Good motherfucking dro, to ride to that G shit huh [PJ] PJ mayn, gotta wreck this track Kappa coming up, gotta wet this Lac Fiends want work, gotta sell this crack Bitch better bring me, no less than a stack Sipping on yack, while I puff on dro Sitting on my side, is a thick fine hoe Bout to jump fly, slide up in the Mo' Let this hoe know, she better get my do' Moving these bricks, state to state Black stamped, Peruvian weight I'm a hustler, and you's a fake Fuck the FED's, I'm moving weight Haters hate, cause I'm on top Mad at me, cause I don't stop Stacking knots, and snatching bops So I ride around, with that plastic Glock Niggas look strange, when I come around Cause I represent, the Northside of town Moving ki's, and moving pounds Making these bitch niggas, lay it down Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my set Blue and white diamonds, up on my neck Niggas gon hate, but I demand respect Fuck with P, and your ass getting wet From 5th Ward, to Acres Home Got some killers, that'll blow your dome From Greens Road, to Homestead Got some killers, that'll bust your head All my real niggas, get your do' When a bitch jump fly, nigga hit the hoe Got a lil' money, then get some mo' Listen to the way, I spit the flow [Sir Daily] Like Thug and Three 6, I gotta stay fly Puff on a lot, so you know I stay high Butter buck seats, in my ride when I ride Waves in my head, like I just caught a tide First class seats, everytime when I fly VVS diamonds, in my chain hanging down Hoe cake niggas, can't claim my town And if they got plex, I'm bring my pound Release my rounds, then I'ma burn off Whipping up work, can't burn my soft And if you got work, don't turn down South Trying to make a sale, then you getting broke off Cause niggas got masks, and K's and Glocks And hit your stash, for yay and stocks So watch what you say, and play about Real down here, Sir Daily I'm out [Kyleon] Killa nigga, and I'm chilling at the top mayn Got work, if you niggas trying to cop caine Nice shot, when a nigga pull a Glock aim Riding down, 45 in a drop thang 22 inch shoes, and my coupe gray Cause I gotta stay fly, like Juice J Balling like MJ, I'm a deuce trey Get out of line, AK'll spray your toupe Fuck with Killa Kyleon, and you'll get killed Top looking like bananas, get your shit peeled I don't know what you heard, but this shit real I'll lay a nigga down, like a fifth wheel Yellow stones on my wrist, keep my shit chill Freeze time, make a nigga shit sit still Cold with the flow bro, and my shit ill You ain't know, I'm running H-Town this year