Boss Hogg Outlawz - Stay Fly Flow lyrics

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[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

Niggaz look strange, when I come around

Cause I represent, the Northside of town

Moving ki's, and moving pounds

Making these bitch niggaz, lay it down

Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my set

Blue and white diamonds, up on my neck

Niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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