Flyest White Boy in Kansas

I love to be. Way too fly. Yeah. Every time I

talk, I'm right. Every 'fit I got is nice. I look fresh

all the time. Every chain I got is bright. I'm the flyest white boy up

in Kansas and in sight. About to run my digits up from cooking in

this kitchen, bruh. Air Maxes on my feet, they white.

Joggers on my legs, they Black. I got used to cooking up,

putting gas on this track. Every time I walk outside, bitch,

I shine and that's a fact. I get money, that's a fact.