Looking Fly

By YSquare

On Truths 101

Released on March 3, 2018

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[Hook: The Hakan]

Dominant species, get your drinks up, put your hands up

Get crunk, get buck, stay drunk

Call shots, park the cars get here it’s a party inside

No need for thinking, spend like a Saudi, that’s your Audi

Daddy’s princess you will never lose this lifestyle

Father screwed the slums, made you look fly

(Made you look fly)

Low borns can’t even have a hobby but, don’t you worry, you looking fly

Yeah you looking fly

Babes you looking fly

Boys act like gangsters with your family money

You looking fly

Dog you looking fly

No sympathy for the fallen, doesn’t matter, use’em as a ladder

They the gene, you be Aladdin

Take out the Jack start sipping, don’t worry get to dipping

Don’t stop partying, baby you musn’t question things

This is an updated version of 1984, you looking fly and only that’s important!


[Verse 1: The Hakan]

How can I get this straight with my brain bursting on spray?

Not a good time to break bread, don’t got time to see your shit face

I got killers behind me and ass lickers on front, just rolling my dices for the luck phase

Got the burner rolling, Cuban lynx on fire

Hit the pedal, smoke coming out of tyre

Boy I’m just fucking tired, tranna make everybody happy for the joy I be hired

I be getting higher

Friends looking more and more like mobsters, fake monsters

Gold chain that’s a bate, golden ring?

Nah, I won’t get that

Spending your father money man how cheap is that

When I got people with no food on their table

Those jewels only represent

That you are so poor you can’t help them

Ideas floating in my head, forgot to take my gat

Make a U-Turn gotta get back, I ain’t afraid

But I had a vision of my death, I don’t have a piece in that

Turn the key get in (in)

Pull a nine nine out of drawer, cock it (cock it)

Make sure its reloded

Now I can hit back to the road again, take a journey to the fantasy land

Where all the cars got candy paint, but everybody are so damn fake

Damn straight!

I just count the minutes to get back to home and lay on my bed

But first I gotta take this patience test

Looking fly bro!

(Shit)


[Hook: The Hakan]

Dominant species, get your drinks up, put your hands up

Get crunk, get buck, stay drunk

Call shots, park the cars get here it’s a party inside

No need for thinking, spend like a Saudi, that’s your Audi

Daddy’s princess you will never lose this lifestyle

Father screwed the slums, made you look fly

(Made you look fly)

Low borns can’t even have a hobby but, don’t you worry, you looking fly

Yeah you looking fly

Babes you looking fly

Boys act like gangsters with your family money

You looking fly

Dog you looking fly

No sympathy for the fallen, doesn’t matter, use’em as a ladder

They the gene, you be Aladdin

Take out the Jack start sipping, don’t worry get to dipping

Don’t stop partying, baby you musn’t question things

This is an updated version of 1984, you looking fly and only that’s important!


[Verse 2: The Hakan]

Said you know about struggle, but boy you have never ever hustled

I knew a guy once, very smart and a tough one

Didn’t read get the educate, barely knew how to write his name

But it was okay, he was more into the street fame

Told me, Onat one day Imma get out of here, work with blood, sweat and tears

Yeah I got fears, father pimping his daughter

How can it be leagel, how can one do it to one of its people

Wow pass the bag of Cheetos, mom coming straight from the whore house

Buddy I gotta go now, father will kill me if I don’t be there at the dinner time

Take care by bro, see you later Hakan

Now tell me what I gotta say more, you sons of bitches running for the dough

None of the gangsters I know would like the sound of the popo

Don’t turn your back to my friend, that’s how the story ends

They become the father who beats his kids, oh fuck rhyming there goes the fantasy land!

Why I had to take the gat

Because these fake OGs run for their guns when the shit goes sideways

Told you I ain’t a gangster, but a protection is a must for myself

(You ain’t that tough… Fucking show-offs)

(Yeah)