Flame Keepa

Aye I just got some bands yea
Oh damn
But I need more bands yea
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Think I need all the bands yea
Oh damn, damn, damn, damn
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Damn
Please shut the fuck up I need me some bands
Free smoke with the gang gonna' fuck up yo mans
We gon' put him on TV yea he on demand
Then I jop in Jiline yea she doin' the dash
Like the way I be singing, put her in a trance
Fuck ya' bitch in the back and she callin' me dad
Damn shawty bad but ain't you gotta man yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be spittin' that fire (Flame)
Whole team we be lost on desire (Gang)
Yo' gang ain't with it, you some liars (It's a shame)
I don't fuck with opps, call em' Mayas (Lame)
Askin' bout' me like he got a wire (Jake)
Choppa vocalize like Choir (Sang)
Fuck a 9 to 5 I got buyers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mixin' it up in the Lair
Switchin' shit up tryna' get some haters
Boy try run up you get hit with a laser
New Goyard it's alligator
Talkin' bout' bands, how we gon' get higher?
Turn Hashtag to a empire

You heard me so you understand
Cash back, I feel like Fullauto
Been makin' them tracks since I was in class
I been smoking thrax so I smell like gelato
Spittin' out buddah, I put on Chanel
Adeuxla be burnin' yea I be from hell
Finnessin' the packs yea fuck 12
I feel like he a rat, yea that boy gonna' tell
Life is a beach so I keep them shells
Sippin' on lean like I'm tryna get well
My dick in her kidney I make her yell
I show her money and for me she fell
I need more money put packs in the mail
I want a milli' I ain't gonna fail
Be too high I'm a flyer
Fit too fire this shit Haider
She ride me yea she got miles
Too many miles I can't wife her
This story need a writer
We be some demons in LA
Lookin' for smoke, where you stay?
I gotta pole, don't test gang
I got bankroll, make it rain
Make it rain, change the weather
Starlet puffer, goose feather
Miyake shit, no vegan leather
She want the dick, I just met her

Please shut the fuck up I need me some bands
Free smoke with the gang gonna' fuck up yo mans
We gon' put him on TV yea he on demand
Then I jop in Jiline yea she doin' the dash
Like the way I be singing, put her in a trance
Fuck ya' bitch in the back and she call me her dad
Damn shawty bad but ain't you gotta man yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be spittin' that fire
Whole team we be lost on desire
Yo' gang ain't with it, you some liars
I don't fuck with opps, call em' Mayas
Askin' bout' me like he got a wire
Choppa vocalize like Choir
Fuck a 9 to 5 I got buyers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mixin' it up in the Lair
Switchin' shit up tryna' get some haters
Boy try run up you get hit with a laser
New Goyard it's alligator
Talkin' bout' bands, how we gon' get higher?



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Writer(s): Avi Adeuxla
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