Stay Fly - Three 6 Mafia

Written by：Jordan Houston/Darnell Carlton/Paul Beauregard/Patrick Houston/Stayve Thomas/Maurice Young/Willie Hutchinson

Yeah

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

They call me the Juice and you know I'mma stunt

Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk

Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump

Breaking down the good green rolling the blunt

Ghetto pimp type girls say I'm the man

Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain

Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain

And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane

Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the green

Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean

Messing with a D-Boy riding them big toys

Make your main gal wanna get on my team

She gotta give it up before she get in my car

I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star

Cause when I'm in the club I be back in the fog

In the V.I.P. part and be buying the bar

These n*ggas is spies we live them lives

And keep them eyes tight

Riding round what they like

Make a couple nuns a couple of dykes

So purple purple purple and swallow it down with

The yurple yurple yurple it's going down

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

Puff puff pass n*gga roll that blunt

Let's get high n*gga smoke us one

Paul pulled out the Phantom n*ggas can't stand it

But them hoes gonna come out

Just really wanna smoke my w**d

F**k these hoes and stack my g's

Stop at the light and pause on Three

Hit the mall and it be all on me but

Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po close the window

When I roll the indo

Know they mad cause I'm rolling Benzo

This that purple not pretendo

Three 6 Mafia them my kinfolks

So when I'm in Memphis Tennekee

I just might not bring my own cause them n*ggas there

Let me smoke for free

What's up Mary how you doing

Mary Jane stalking me

Since I have met you girl you ruled my brain

You stole my heart right from the start

So I broke you down let momma put you in the garden

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

Premro full of that dro

Leave the club full of Rose' Mo

Your girlfriend wanna ride with me

In a car with a pimp where she supposed to be

You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me

The bag of kush cost 650

Have a n*gga who smoke Reggie Miller

Coughing and chocking constantly

Taste like fruit when you hit it

Gotta have bread to get it

Smoke all night sleep all day

That's the epitome of the American way

Roll that sh*t light that sh*t hit that sh*t hold that sh*t

Blow that sh*t out slow then pass it to me bro

MJ finna sprinkle in some of that

Super incredible have a n*gga running back

Where that n*gga with the hood sticky number at

Cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack

In the morning when I need this and breath again a whole lotta w**d but

I'm needing somebody to give me what I need

When I want nothing less then the best of the trees

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly

Till I die

I gotta stay fly