Flavors

Bitch bad

She belong onna runnway

Wear a saturday dress

Onna sunday

Wear a friday dress

On a monday

Strapped up

Like the bitch want gun play

Off percs

Got me flyin up the one way

Yall broke ass niggas

Wearin fake shoes

Imma chef in the kitchen

How i make food

Put a nigga onna shirt

How i make news

I walk in

Put them blunts

In rotation

I want aces

I just got here

In a spaceship

These margiellas

Came from mason

Cookie cookie

Where my apron

Dressed in all this bape shit

Throwin shade

Thats motivation

In a srt

But i ain't racin

Bitch wit me

Naw she ain’t basic

1942

Got me wasted

Drink it straight

Naw i ain't chasin

Pop a rose bottle

Shake it and spray it

Bust a bowl

Smell it and weigh it

She bust it open

She makin it spread

I got the bag

Bitch U heard what i said

Imma throw this shit

On you and your friend

Smokin flavors

Boogie aters

Bookie tastie

Heavy cheddar

Off the celly

She gone do it

If i said it

Shooters ready

Two door chevy

Roof she ready

We gone do the forgis tho

This purple drink

Not mortan grow

No reroc

We gone pour up some mo

See marley

Rollin do-si-dos

I pulled up in a porshi though

This freak white bitch

Be snortin coke

My bag be moving

Coast to coast

I found another perki tho

She saved the day

Need some more drink

It den made the day

Nigga this shirt

Came from bathing ape

Im on a whole

Nother wave today

I might do

The palm aims today

Bitch pretty

She the slave today

She think

Im trynna get ate today

Im countin hunneds

I den made a way

Few mo bands

I den gained today

New givenchy

That i claimed today

Just go outside

And play today

This bitch unfaithful

Can't stay away

These niggas still

Usin layaway

Nigga play wit us

You get laid away

Gamble with his life

And he aced away

Bet a bitch wanna

Hang weight today

I just want a bitch

Thats bossy

Bout that rich shit

She be talkin

Wear that drip shit

She so saucy

When a boss talk

She listen

She ain’t talkin

Drive a big body

She ain't walkin

All that gossip shit

She ain't off it

Last thing she wanted

She got it

She wanna take me on a ship

She got it

All this drip

I ain't need no stylist

Fuck her hard

From the back

She hollin

They say it ain't trickin

If you got it

All these hoes call me daddy