Memorandum

[Intro]
Gang gang
Flac kickin' shit, man
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
Bitch, I got trap fashion
I can serve you a zip in my memorandum
She diggin' my dribble, bitch, I got handles
I won in the trap, bitch, I trap manual
You smell it on me, how can I handle you?
I'm always scorin', your shit be annual
Hop out and jack son, like his name was Samuel
Afro Samurai, kickin' like Samuel
Blue came in, that shit turnin' pink
If you get the memo you won't even speak
You is not juggin', you broke, you a leech
A nigga ran up, hit him down, watch him leak
I'm in the pavement, I'm stuck in the street
Made my first sale before 13
Showed his true colors, I knew he was green
If it ain't 'bout green, I let the phone ring
Ask me what I'm doin', I'm keepin' it G
Standin' on ten, that's why I got feet
Bitch from Atlanta, ass fat like a peach
Before she get me, she gotta get the team
Servin' the auntie shit, don't need to freeze
Run through that work, that shit was a breeze
It went with the wind, you ain't even see it
Now that I'm winnin', she say, "I can see it"
Beat up the pussy, she feelin' she need me
Made me feel special, never knew I was needed
Better tighten up every time it's switch season
You ain't usin' your iron, I still see your creases
He ain't know it was a dummy, should've seen him, he was geekin' skrrt, I'll block your number and delete it
They askin' me, "Flac, what you want for a feature?"
Trap still jumpin', give a fuck 'bout a feature
Gang