[Intro]

Damn, dylAn, I see you all flexed up and shit now. Dressed up all in the MSFTS and shit, dawg. The short shorts on, bro? Nigga, look at them glutes, man, I ain't on some sus shit, dawg. You know you my nigga, right?

[Chorus: dylAn]

And I'm flexin' like my dad (True)

Can't get an Uber, call a cab (Who?)

Told you I'm done bein' sad (Ayy)

Wait, on the way (Way)

Tryna skrrt where you are (Skrrt)

Told you I don't have a car (Car)

I guess I can meet up tomorrow, I'm fly

As fuck... and I'm flexin' like my homies

Swear to God I think I'm Stovie (What up?)

Or Tag Reed, maybe D'Artiste (What up Daniel?)

[Verse 1: dylAn & Jaden Smith]

On the way (Swag), tryna- where you are (Are)

Told you I don't have a car (Car)

Told you I don't have a car (Fly)

But I had to turn around ('Round)

Didn't know I was in town (No)

Shoulda hit you when I touched down, that's it (It)

So I had to take a trip

So I had to do a flip (Flip)

Too much standin' up, I had to sit (Sit)

And fuck it, I'll throw a parade (Uh)

And I'm flexin' like I'm Gabe (Gabe, yeah, yeah)

And I'm flexin' like I'm gay (Yeah, yeah)

Life of the party (Yah, yah)

Life of the- uh, have a sip, yeah

Who you know gon' be this fly with a set of twins on a swing set?

[Interlude: dylAn & Jaden Smith]

Not too sure... I have no idea

(Yeah, you know I'm too fly)

But I'm fly

Yeah, you really are, youngblood

(Too fly)

[Chorus: dylAn & Jaden Smith]

I'm fly (Skrrt)

And I'm flexin' like my dad (Flex, yeah)

Can't get an Uber, call a cab (Yeah, cab)

Told you I'm done bein' sad (I am)

Ayy, on the way

Tryna- where you are (Are)

Told you I don't have a car (Car)

I guess I can meet up tomorrow (Tomorrow)

Ayy, and I'm flexin' like my homies (Homies)

Swear to God I think I'm Stovie (Stovie)

Or Tag Reed, maybe D'Artiste

[Bridge: Jaden Smith]

And you know I'm too fly

Yeah, yeah, yeah you know I'm too fly

Ooh

[Verse 2: Quatho & dylAn]

Fly just like a jet (Jet)

Hangin' outside like we're rich

Shawty hit my line and said I'm fly (Fly)

I don't respond to my texts (Texts)

But if you call me collect

My phone will pick up and that's on the fly (Fly, fly)

I don't sip, I cry

She left my dick behind and told me, "Little nigga, bye-bye" (Yeah, peace out)

Said she tryna slide, I asked her why she lyin'

And she told me she don't even know why

Sippin' Hennessy like wine

Every time I feel the vibe, got a nigga gon' die

But I... tell myself that I'll be fine

'Cause I'm super fuckin' fly

You can call me Super-

[Verse 3: dylAn]

Short shorts, I'm legit (Legit)

You see me leavin' from the 6 (6)

I'm in Calabasas with my clique

Nails painted, I'm the bomb (Bomb)

I think I'm flexin' like my mom (Mom)

Nigga, just left the salon (Salon)

Skate, skate, and I got my Vans on (On)

Got my fuckin' Vans on

Like the other night, like Solange ('Lange)

[Interlude: dylAn & Jaden Smith]

(Yeah, yeah, ayy)

Who the fuck is dylAn?

(Yeah, they know I'm too fly)

I'm fly, "yeah, you really are"

(Yeah, yeah, they know I'm too fly)

I'm fly (Fly)

(Yeah, they know I'm too fly)

[Chorus: dylAn]

And I'm flexin' like my dad (Dad)

Can't get an Uber, call a cab (Cab)

Told you I'm done bein' sad (I am)

No more tears

Tryna- where you are (Are)

Told you I don't have a car (Car)

I guess I can meet up tomorrow (Skrrt)

[Outro: dylAn & Jaden Smith]

On the way

And the- uh, make my chest hurt

And I feel like Quatho

Nigga, flex on Western (Western)

Yeah, they know I'm too fly

Yeah, they know I'm too fly

And you know I'm too fly

And you know I'm too fly