Lil Wayne – Fly In Lyrics

Fly In

Lil Wayne

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"Fly In." - Lil Wayne

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 10:44 pm

Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Chopped & Screwed

Track No: 01

Swisha House remix
So they asked me, "Young boy, yeah
What you gon' do the second time around?
How you gon' come back?" (DJ Michael Watts)
I tried to tell 'em, I come back like 32, I jump back like 33
Uh, hit me
Cash Money Records, uh, Swisha House, baby
Uh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter of the
Hey, they call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter of the
Hey, they call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter of the dead's forehead
I killed the father, spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put a body on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm gracias, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
My angel, angels on my shoulder, hoarder, hoarder of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', pitchin', pitchin' your honor
Snitchin', snitchin' your honor
Hate bitch ****, bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
Sit on, sit on the counter
Open the cabinet, close the cover
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryin' to hustle my dough
Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no
Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually, I'm a hooligan for the money, yeah
Yeah, I'm eatin', gotta, gotta take more, and my tummy, ugh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing
Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a **** lunch
Make a, make a, break the, break the front, front
Shaker, shaker, short, short, take it, take it, what we want
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
If you ever, ever lookin' for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is the Army Navy Seal me here
A lot of **** ran from it, but I still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the field, crack the roof and roll up the windows
My hood, hood love me, they bring it, bring it home
They holler, holler, Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark, and all you rich **** know Pa
I'm talkin' 'bout Stunna, he like, "Keep your dough"
He got your ho, and the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
I met, I met the Birdman, and I've been shinin'

Writer(s): D. Carter & T-Mix.

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