letra de poolside parsely - fly kilo
fly kilo? (fly kilo man)…who the f-ck is that?
intro:
reportin’ live from the wood (aye)
reportin’ live from the wood
n-gga sad but my vibe h-lla good
18 turned a n-gga to a hoe from the hood
sellin’ dro to the coast for the dough n-gga jug
(wait hold up. hold up.)
holy moly i got out of hand
i’ve been on illegal sh-t to get to where i am
n-gga hated by the fam-
b-tches only wanna stress
i been out here on my own
so, i owe myself the best
(n-gga bet that!)
this a n-gga shot and i ain’t even gotta step back
lately kinda famous, i ain’t even finna let that-
get to n-gga’s head about my bread do you get that
sippin’ h-lla soda going slower as a set back
cool, burnin’ billies and my trues
kilo -ss a thug i don’t like to follow rules
hoes tryna give me top-
tell her hop up in the coupe
(she) only did it ’cause i’m on
i just give her -ss the boot
chorus:
baby i just wanna smoke good weed by the pool
with a b-tch up on my lap, tell her watch a n-gga tool
touchin’ on a couple mil, gettin’ mogul with the moves
tellin’ everybody kilo still the n-gga from the stoop
i don’t care about a hater man f-ck what you saying (no)
i’m just tryna fire up the booth
with a tad bit of rap and a whole lot of truth
so, when n-ggas play my sh-t they be like,”who the f-ck is you?” (2x)
verse:
b-tch they call me fly kilo
i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ mess
on the set i’m depressed-
diving deep in the dro
got a thing for the dope and i fiend for the dough
that i make off a sack, sellin’ crack was a joke
and a n-gga mad funny with the wrist whip
flip like a gymnast, i’m drippin-
salsa got me feelin’ like some chip dip
check son, i been flexin’, bally fitness
my section teachin’ lessons ’cause we live this
n-gga i remember taking fades on the corner
’cause the n-ggas on the block was tryna hate-
on a n-gga, to the fake all i got is 48
ima k!ll’em if they gettin’ in the way of n-ggas goals
young leprechaun kilo b-tch i’m all about the goal
sippin’ soda with the poe
mama say i’m movin’ slow
swearin’ this is how we live
i don’t do it ’cause it’s cool
rap tryna make it out but to tell the f-cking truth…
chorus:
baby i just wanna smoke good weed by the pool
with a b-tch up on my lap, tell her watch a n-gga tool
touchin’ on a couple mil, gettin’ mogul with the moves
tellin’ everybody kilo still the n-gga from the stoop
i don’t care about a hater man f-ck what you saying (no)
i’m just tryna fire up the booth
with a tad bit of rap and a whole lot of truth
so, when n-ggas play my sh-t they be like,”who the f-ck is you?” (2x)
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