Where's my f*cking flowers
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
Like a boss, I ain't trippin' about no loss
Nigga, four pockets full
Nigga, tell me, what's the cost
Now I feel like I'm Lil Baby
I ain't trippin', is you crazy?
I ain't trippin', is you psycho?
I can't chase no hoe like Michael
What you got in the backseat a micro drac
This shit might just turn to a light show
She ain't mean to say that it was a typo
When she told me pull up, I'ma pipe her
Then I'm gone, we ain't no four-lifers
Why the hell she think she get a title?
I put my left hand right on the Bible
Cause I pray he take me from the cycle
You think I give a f*ck about a rival?
You think I give a f*ck about a hater?
If I had some time to think about that, I wouldn't be stackin' my layers
New opp pack, roll it up, let that shit burn
I'm watchin' it burn
Hop in the vette while we huggin' the curve
I'm a f*ck around swerve
Broke ass nigga was talkin' his stuff
Nigga, you must have the nerve
F*ckin' yo bitch while I'm wearin' my buffs
She thought I was a nerd
I'm takin' a smoke break
Okay, okay?
Pop it, drop it, lock it
I could've fit four bands in my pocket
She said, oh, you got hoes, you a player
Where the f*ck is my money, better pay up
Shit too easy, it feel like a layup
But I can't tell if a layup was hard
Cause these niggas be failing through pressure
If you want it, you gotta be smart
They like Low, why you actin' like that?
Cause I promise I don't got a heart
How you want it?
Don't know what you on want
If I like it, I'll get what I want
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
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English
Where's my f*cking flowers
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
Like a boss, I ain't trippin' about no loss
Nigga, four pockets full
Nigga, tell me, what's the cost
Now I feel like I'm Lil Baby
I ain't trippin', is you crazy?
I ain't trippin', is you psycho?
I can't chase no hoe like Michael
What you got in the backseat a micro drac
This shit might just turn to a light show
She ain't mean to say that it was a typo
When she told me pull up, I'ma pipe her
Then I'm gone, we ain't no four-lifers
Why the hell she think she get a title?
I put my left hand right on the Bible
Cause I pray he take me from the cycle
You think I give a f*ck about a rival?
You think I give a f*ck about a hater?
If I had some time to think about that, I wouldn't be stackin' my layers
New opp pack, roll it up, let that shit burn
I'm watchin' it burn
Hop in the vette while we huggin' the curve
I'm a f*ck around swerve
Broke ass nigga was talkin' his stuff
Nigga, you must have the nerve
F*ckin' yo bitch while I'm wearin' my buffs
She thought I was a nerd
I'm takin' a smoke break
Okay, okay?
Pop it, drop it, lock it
I could've fit four bands in my pocket
She said, oh, you got hoes, you a player
Where the f*ck is my money, better pay up
Shit too easy, it feel like a layup
But I can't tell if a layup was hard
Cause these niggas be failing through pressure
If you want it, you gotta be smart
They like Low, why you actin' like that?
Cause I promise I don't got a heart
How you want it?
Don't know what you on want
If I like it, I'll get what I want
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
Like a boss, I ain't trippin' about no loss
Nigga, four pockets full
Nigga, tell me, what's the cost
Now I feel like I'm Lil Baby
I ain't trippin', is you crazy?
I ain't trippin', is you psycho?
I can't chase no hoe like Michael
What you got in the backseat a micro drac
This shit might just turn to a light show
She ain't mean to say that it was a typo
When she told me pull up, I'ma pipe her
Then I'm gone, we ain't no four-lifers
Why the hell she think she get a title?
I put my left hand right on the Bible
Cause I pray he take me from the cycle
You think I give a f*ck about a rival?
You think I give a f*ck about a hater?
If I had some time to think about that, I wouldn't be stackin' my layers
New opp pack, roll it up, let that shit burn
I'm watchin' it burn
Hop in the vette while we huggin' the curve
I'm a f*ck around swerve
Broke ass nigga was talkin' his stuff
Nigga, you must have the nerve
F*ckin' yo bitch while I'm wearin' my buffs
She thought I was a nerd
I'm takin' a smoke break
Okay, okay?
Pop it, drop it, lock it
I could've fit four bands in my pocket
She said, oh, you got hoes, you a player
Where the f*ck is my money, better pay up
Shit too easy, it feel like a layup
But I can't tell if a layup was hard
Cause these niggas be failing through pressure
If you want it, you gotta be smart
They like Low, why you actin' like that?
Cause I promise I don't got a heart
How you want it?
Don't know what you on want
If I like it, I'll get what I want
High as hell, high as hell
You can't run from the .556s
You can't hang cause you don't got the vision
I'm the top of my goddamn division
Yeah, I told you just stick to the mission
I will not fight for none of these bitches
I won't throw em for none of these hoes
Oh, you like how I switched up the clothes?
Oh, you love how I switched up the swag?
Chrome heart with a black Prada bag
Yeah, I love to make these niggas mad
Told em f*ck it, wake up from the nap
Man, f*ck it, let's keep it a rack
I remember I was dead ass broke
So I promise I'll never go back
Writer: Evan Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid