Lily J - Flake (feat. Ciid) Lyrics

(Ciiid, yuh)
(Oxyclean, oxyclean)
You talk a lot of shit, but what you really know about me
Pull up with the Wesson, bitch, we really catching bodies
Put you in the dirt, six feet, to hide the body
Chopper spraying, I ain't really with the petty talking
All these people slept, you don't know a thing about me
Stop runnin' yo mouth, shootin' choppers that's my hobby
Catch me drippin' ice, gold chains and blue Giuseppes
Bustin' at the cops, pull up on me shit get deadly
You so fake, always got something to say (why you talk)
So insecure you preach love and practice hate, damn (yeah)
Bitch you think you king, bow down, kiss the ring
30 clips between your eyes up in yo brain (brrrr)
Oh you pissed, lil bitch we get to smoke
I run up all in yo crib, bust yo throat until you choke
I ain't really with the cappin' homie, dead, that's all she wrote
F*ckin' pussy get to shootin', why you sleeping, bitch I'm woke (brrr)
(Yuh aye wha ooh) All of my crew got bands
(Whoa whoa) Drivin' in coupes, no hands (skrrrt)
Riding round town in the drop, got bust downs, brands (designer)
Bust on opps, we don't throw no hands (brrr brrr)
All my people ridin' (yeah)
Pussy bitch, we get to slidin'
Diamond necklace, got the team, bitch, we always stylin' (ice)
Bust down watch, it's shinin' (ice)
Always f*ckin' grindin'
Bitch, you only bout the talk, so don't waste my time (nah)
Fifty grand (uh)
Bust down, fifty grand (uh)
Sixty grams (uh)
Flip hard out the bando (trap)
I'm commando
Cookin' hot like J-Lo
You a side hoe
I don't f*ck with main hoes (nah)
Bitch you dumb, why you talkin' like you hard (why you talk)
I go dumb, catch a body off the yard (brr brr)
Talk that shit, I might shoot your ass apart (brr)
You ain't hard, beat you dumb til you see stars (brrrr)
You talk a lot of shit but what you really know about me
Pull up with the Wesson, bitch, we really catching bodies
Put you in the dirt, six feet, to hide the body
Chopper spraying, I ain't really with the petty talking
All these people slept, you don't know a thing about me
Stop runnin' yo mouth, shootin' choppers that's my hobby
Catch me drippin' ice, gold chains and blue Giuseppes
Bustin' at the cops, pull up on me shit get deadly
Bust out with them bands, poppin' Xans, poppin' Xans (Pop)
That bitch suck my dick up for a gram, get out the van
Stole yo mama's Xan, (Xan) chopper make em dance (brr)
Pull up and your bitch is over you, I'm in her pants
Pushin' that re-rock (yeah)
Gas so loud it talk (trap)
I got this shit up in yo hood, it lookin' like chalk (trap)
Runnin' bands, talk (yuh)
Sellin' Xans, bought (yuh)
Bitch location showin' at my house, that be yo man's talk (talk)
I'm off the Caine
Bloodstains on my sleeve, it's in my vein
F*ck Codeine, I'm off the grain
Bust down, bust down, f*ck the fame (yeah)
F*ck yo clique, f*ck what you claim
F*ck yo set, f*ck what you bang
That bitch wanna f*ck, I said "f*ck that bitch"
I stole yo Range (skrrt)
You talk a lot of shit but what you really know about me
Pull up with the Wesson, bitch, we really catching bodies
Put you in the dirt, six feet, to hide the body
Chopper spraying, I ain't really with the petty talking
All these people slept, you don't know a thing about me
Stop runnin' yo mouth, shootin' choppers that's my hobby
Catch me drippin' ice, gold chains and blue Giuseppes
Bustin' at the cops, pull up on me shit get deadly