Flashbacks

Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Fuck that fuck that ya go grab the strap
Fuck that fuck that ya walk in yo trap
Fuck that fuck that ya go grab the strap
Fuck that fuck that ya walk in yo trap

Walk into the trap
I got my dawgs with me
I'm sippin poison b
So no touching me
My eyes are fuckin purple
Like my fuckin lean
Cause I'm a fein Russian kreme Smoke yo homie
Lookin at the stars
Like they one of us
They wanna be like us
Here have some crumbs
Bad bih suckin on me like ima thumb
How can I be Lil hang if I'm already hung
How can he go snitch
Ya he has no tongue
If he does fuck him pop him in his lung
I just hit the boof
And I'm fucking high
Pussyboy those aren't vvs
Why you lie
I ain't got no heart
So I never cry
I j popped that opp at chic-fil-a
He got fried

Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors
Gettin flashbacks of kickin all these doors



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Writer(s): Harrison Carey
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