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Lil Tecca - Flyboy Lyrics

[Intro]
'Kay?
Um, so I'll be in town with you
Talk to you soon
And um, yeah
I'd love to hear from you
Give me a call whenever, I'm available
I'm single, you know?

[Chorus]
Yeah she lovin' my fly
I tell her pull up and she lovin' my guys
She gon' hop in the ride
She said she love me 'cause she know that I'm flyer
And she love to get higher
MBM, yeah, that's the gang, we the riders
Pop that boy like a tire
Pull up on him, tighten up like a plier
Yeah she lovin' my fly
I tell her pull up and she lovin' my guys
She gon' hop in the ride
She said she love me 'cause she know that I'm flyer
And she love to get higher
MBM, yeah, that's the gang, we the riders
Pop that boy like a tire
Pull up on him, tighten up like a plier
[Verse]
And she lovin' my team
Got a Gat with a stock, green beam
You don't want no beef
In the squad, we feast, we eat
We don't call police
Yeah, opp run down with that steam
Hear my phone blowin' up
It's the thot on the block
Gotta leave her on seen
And I keep that Gat
Extendo but I spray that MAC
And I cannot lack
I don't do no lean, no Act'
I gotta keep my brain intact
Lil Tecca, you the man, that's a fact
And I'm keepin' it a band like a stack
And I gotta keep countin' the racks

[Chorus]
Yeah she lovin' my fly
I tell her pull up and she lovin' my guys
She gon' hop in the ride
She said she love me 'cause she know that I'm flyer
And she love to get higher
MBM, yeah, that's the gang, we the riders
Pop that boy like a tire
Pull up on him, tighten up like a plier
Yeah she lovin' my fly
I tell her pull up and she lovin' my guys
She gon' hop in the ride
She said she love me 'cause she know that I’m flyer
And she love to get higher
MBM, yeah, that's the gang, we the riders
Pop that boy like a tire
Pull up on him, tighten up like a plier
Yeah she lovin' my fly
I tell her pull up and she lovin' my guys
She gon' hop in the ride
She said she love me 'cause she know that I'm flyer
And she love to get higher
MBM, yeah, that's the gang, we the riders
Pop that boy like a tire
Pull up on him, tighten up like a plier