Flamingo Drive
Yup
Bitch I'm on the way to the top
Old niggas screaming out stop
New niggas screaming out yop
Bitch I'm on a wave no cap
Yall aint really got no racks
If you need it shipped my niggas tax
R.I.P for life my nigga Zach
How come I been hanging with the slime
When I drop tape this shit mine
How come you been sleeping on the signs?
Momma say boy in due time
Couple all pink we on flamingo drive
Niggas see us dripping wanna be those guys
When I drop this torpedo's fly
I'm on the way I never be on time
I'm like posidon's son I'm rocking waves and tides
I be the hardest nigga I said this 80 times
You know I had to do the T.O 81 for the guys
I learned the art of good intentions got in tune with the mind
Ms.Cleo bars I know the future I'll trust the weather before I trust a deal
Too much leverage if I have the meeting and they try to low me Ima laugh and peel
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
I was in the gutter tryna get me a glimpse
Turned pain into art flow dirty as shit
Flow straight from the heart on some obvious shit
Everything a nigga spit like a pharmacy lick
How come everybody poppin tryna copy a flow?
I aint really wanna say it but its obvious though
I'm just tryna turn the box to metropolis though
Give a voice to the niggas who aint got it before
I'm goin Elway running for the first on 3rd
Box state nigga with a iced out bird
All I ever heard was nigga wait your turn
30 under 30 what the tape gon earn
I dont know her but I know her curves
I dont bird hunt but I love them birds
I been geeked up like fabo yes sir
I been this hard from the bed at birth yeah
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Bitch I'm on the way to the top
Old niggas screaming out stop
New niggas screaming out yop
Bitch I'm on a wave no cap
Yall aint really got no racks
If you need it shipped my niggas tax
R.I.P for life my nigga Zach
How come I been hanging with the slime
When I drop tape this shit mine
How come you been sleeping on the signs?
Momma say boy in due time
Couple all pink we on flamingo drive
Niggas see us dripping wanna be those guys
When I drop this torpedo's fly
I'm on the way I never be on time
I'm like posidon's son I'm rocking waves and tides
I be the hardest nigga I said this 80 times
You know I had to do the T.O 81 for the guys
I learned the art of good intentions got in tune with the mind
Ms.Cleo bars I know the future I'll trust the weather before I trust a deal
Too much leverage if I have the meeting and they try to low me Ima laugh and peel
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
I was in the gutter tryna get me a glimpse
Turned pain into art flow dirty as shit
Flow straight from the heart on some obvious shit
Everything a nigga spit like a pharmacy lick
How come everybody poppin tryna copy a flow?
I aint really wanna say it but its obvious though
I'm just tryna turn the box to metropolis though
Give a voice to the niggas who aint got it before
I'm goin Elway running for the first on 3rd
Box state nigga with a iced out bird
All I ever heard was nigga wait your turn
30 under 30 what the tape gon earn
I dont know her but I know her curves
I dont bird hunt but I love them birds
I been geeked up like fabo yes sir
I been this hard from the bed at birth yeah
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit got you feeling like flamingos in the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Trayce Chapman
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