Flashey

(I'm fancy with this fashion)
(I'm fancy with this fashion)
Turn that shit up, 2

I'm fancy with this fashion (oh, okay)
I'm fancy with these fabrics (oh, okay)
Diamonds, they way too flashy, yeah
I see you crashin' out (oh, okay), hey
I see you live at you momma house, hey (oh, okay)
I been playin' these racks, they don't got time to chase
How you pull up to our video rockin' counterfeits?
They said that they don't understand me, I make all kind of sense (oh, okay)
Some of my twizzies way too wild, I ain't talkin' about condiments

I might just do this shit just by myself, my wave, I started this (hey)
You ain't have no bread, don't have no racks, right there where the problem is (go)
You fell off tryna steal my flow, so I'ma go switch it up a bit (go)
Hey, yo' bitch over here, she just twerkin', yeah, right on my dick (yeah)
Hey, pull off in that matte black, yeah, this the hatchback (whoo!)
Give me that top back, switchin' the subject
Can't let them rock with my twin, yeah, my buddy
Sippin' on real red, yeah, this shit too ready
Yeah, I got two cups, yeah, your shit too fake

Yeah, all the mud in my cup from the dirt in the ground
Lil' bitch, yeah, sippin' on muddy (muddy)
Unlike a lot of y'all cappin' 'bout shit
I really been on the opiates for years (yeah)
I am not proud of it, yeah, but I acknowledge it
Yeah, gotta look out for twizzies and peers (ah)
I get to the cheese, I get to the bread, I'm 'boutta go make me a sandwich
My dick is a charity, yeah, your bitch gon' pull up
And donate her head to some scammers (hey)

My Twizzy gon' pull up and bom-bom-bom-bom
With a couple of Blammas (blammas)
Your bitch over here in my room
Givin' me a zoom, while I'm in pajamas (yeah)
How I live rent-free in your head girl
When I don't even text back after? (Blocked)
I'm 'boutta send you emojis
To fuck with your head, yeah, I am a cancer (yeah)

Keep on talkin' shit, we gon' keep it quiet
Yeah, 'cause this shit is too federal
Yeah, three people can't keep a secret, if two dance with the devil, yeah
Do my money dance, dancin' on these racks
Bitch, I'm in another level (rackies)
Please don't hand me gas, I'ma have to pass
'Cause you smokin' on the fuckin' rello (hello?)

I'm fancy with this fashion (oh, okay)
I'm fancy with these fabrics (oh, okay)
Diamonds, they way too flashy, yeah
I see you crashin' out (oh, okay), hey
I see you live at you momma house, hey (oh, okay)
I been playin' these racks, they don't got time to chase
How you pull up to our video rockin' counterfeits?
They said that they don't understand me, I make all kind of sense (oh, okay)
Some of my twizzies way too wild, I ain't talkin' about condiments



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Writer(s): Yeat
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