Flamethrower

[Verse 1: Dahm.]
Good head all of y’all clown
But I love her from the top down
Steady drowning in all gold, old soul feel like pac now
Homie pop another rock now
Gonna rep my Chrysler til it’s drop down
With the big rims, new shock mounts
You wanna test me? boy, not now
Take your girl and let the homies what?
Trainspotting like I’m Obi Wan
Starting to feel like a chosen one
If I let her hit then she oh me bruh
I’m a pop star with the coldest soul
Man, everybody acting like they know me though
But I miss the bull like a rodeo
Like a matador doing do-si-dos, oh damn
I got my leg left hanging out the window of the whip-it with the seat reclined, yuh
Laid back but you better know that imma come and take if it’s mine, yuh
Bragging, trap rapping, get ass have
But I’m the finest by design, yuh
Close your eyes, let me paint a thousand pictures for you one word at a time, yuh

[Hook: Dahm.]
I was in love
At least it felt like I was
I done been through it once
Can’t do that again
Life is means to an end
Like this means you a friend
Tryna keep you out of my head
I was in love

[Verse 2: colliding with mars]
Yeah, oh yeah what’s really good?
I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
Okay I stole that line from Ritchie but it’s prolly true
Because half y'all bitches always wish you could do what I do, yuh
Fuckin around and get loose, yuh
Fuck outta here
I’m the oddest to do it double
While you still inside a bubble
I’m sorry I can’t be humble
Talk down on me you’re in trouble
And when you see my face you never say shit
It’s always how are you how was your day bitch
But to tell you the truth
I want you to know
I am not coming back
Look into my eyes
I am not coming back

[Verse 3: love-sadKiD]
That’s right i’m
I-G-N-A-N-T
Medium T's
DMTs that’s ASAP
Running with the mic
Another gunner in the fight
And yeah i’m gunner in the life I think I might’ve done lost it
Fire in the faucet, might be a flamethrower
You can wear a vest I’ll take a chance and try to aim lower
That’s 2 shots and a broken kneecap
You don’t pay bills, why the fuck you need that?
Always on the gram tryna flex the whip game
I just make traps move your fucking seat back
I just make tracks tryna blow the roof off
Lace up baby lotion niggas acting too soft
Boasting, half these rappers acting like Usopp
Who fighting? Throw two lefts leave you too wrong

[Hook: Dahm.]
I was in love
At least it felt like I was
I done been through it once
Can’t do that again
Life is means to an end
Like this means you a friend
Tryna keep you out of my head
I was in love