Artist: June Luva Album: 2-11 in Progress, Vol. 1 Song: Fly Guy Typed by: Cno Evil [June Luva] Yo, I rock iceberg, plus ice be all up in my watches Graduated from swatches, keep my hoes topless Bagging up a quarter of dope and sniffing coke I'm a street nigga, so I won't go broke Fuck a record deal, that money don't last too long But I'mma remain on top, if my blast is strong Stack ones from this dope game, look man If I ever fall off, I'm on with your chain Your ice, let me get real precise Catch you in your own neighborhood, shaking them dice Now watch me act a brolic hurt, right off the shirt Recognize a muthafucking O.G. at work I hate bitch made niggas, I'm quick to slay niggas Talk shit behind my back, you gay niggas Never wanted to test the God or his mans Cuz we come through and terrorize shit in mini-vans I put shit down like gang bangers straight from Watts Rounding by the precint, screaming fuck the cops Busting my shots, middle fingers up in the air I ain't worry bout a thing, cuz I just don't care Muthafuckas [Chorus 2X: June Luva] These are the rules to abide by Number one, watch ya mouth when you talking to the fly guy Number two, you best to watch your back When I strike ain't no time for you to counterattack, come on [June Luva] I steps out the whip, pearly white, El Dorado cabbie Bitches on the block screaming 'holla back daddy' So of course I spoke a few words cuz I'm the mayor Of the city, the chickens is part of my street committee Never puff digi, it fucks up your membrane And that explains why these niggas is insane Thinking they can outdo me, you probably that same lame Cat that be eating Kim's cucci, while she eating sushi I lived the life of a movie, rich nigga wit the women Can never catch me rocking no linen Cuz I'm a jean suit wearing, screw face staring You looking in the eyes of somebody not caring On the average, I hold c-notes up in my pocket You hold lint in yours, I burst out of Bentley doors While you fucking with them neighborhood whores I'm politicking with the model bitches, Colorado bitches Deep throating is a must, cuz they love to swallow bitches How's about that baby? I'm just living it up And my attitude's shady, never giving a fuck You pressing your luck, and step into this man right here I ain't the type to let you sleep, I'll dismantle you there Uh-huh, I'll just dismantle your ass right there [Chorus 2X] [June Luva] Looky here, I'm trying to set this one thing clear All ya niggas wit the loud mouths, step to the rear Or we could, handle this here, do to immature ways But one of us is gonna wind up missing for days And I can guarantee it's not me, you only got one choice left Tell me, are you ready for death? I didn't think so, you not man enough to go against me So recognize, run and tell the rest of them guys Plus them bitches too, they caught up in the mix Angry at the law, for not giving them dicks Ya too raw-raw, step out of line, and I'mma stomp ya'll If you got a bitch in your clip, you best to come hide Down, and tell her speak when she spoken too Cuz murder can become the both of you, have a smoke or two Relax them nerves, mark my words Cuz I'm speaking is more than hyperthetical verbs Ya'll niggas is herbs [Chorus 2X]