Flavour Grape
Yeah flavor grape
I'm in shape
Haters get up on my rate (Damn)
I don't give no fucks
No words left to say (Nah)
I'm in shape yeh (Woah)
Leaning (Double cup)
Leaning the day
Let the pain fade away
In the mood the day
Henny got me sway
Plenty chains make me feel heavy
High of my dose
Now I'm cruising in a chevy
Being modest pricy I like it
Chasin' the hype (What) (Turnt up)
I'm on that fly shit
Type away, it's that high shit
Got to do my shit not going to die just
Clarity in this molecule
Just the real shit
Coming through (That's for real)
I know you want it too
I'm getting loose
Of the juice I'm gone yeh
Gassed up
Smoke on it strong
Wait to get my money long
Cope with it I'm so done
It's that two tone that's what i want
Hit my phone up what's up
Check on my guap
Rest and I rock
Counting high digits in a lot (A lot)
There is no stop
Makin' profit nonstop
Run it up (Run it up)
Luggage Louis Vui
Hop on top (Hop on top)
On this league oh it's all about status
You see no shock
Yeah Flavor grape
I'm in shape
Haters get up on my rate (Damn)
I don't give no fucks
No words left to say (Nah)
I'm in shape yeh (Woah)
Everything on flieh take a seat
Hit a smooth attack
Just like in Assassin's Creed
Ups and downs
Sometimes you land a punch
Just like Bruce Lee
Do my best of me
On a shopping spree
Got a fever bitch please
Excuse me
Ain't no complaints
It's a match with the chemistry
Styling wilding out
With the thirty out
Across the map
Adventure now
I'm in shape
Haters get up on my rate (Damn)
I don't give no fucks
No words left to say (Nah)
I'm in shape yeh (Woah)
Leaning (Double cup)
Leaning the day
Let the pain fade away
In the mood the day
Henny got me sway
Plenty chains make me feel heavy
High of my dose
Now I'm cruising in a chevy
Being modest pricy I like it
Chasin' the hype (What) (Turnt up)
I'm on that fly shit
Type away, it's that high shit
Got to do my shit not going to die just
Clarity in this molecule
Just the real shit
Coming through (That's for real)
I know you want it too
I'm getting loose
Of the juice I'm gone yeh
Gassed up
Smoke on it strong
Wait to get my money long
Cope with it I'm so done
It's that two tone that's what i want
Hit my phone up what's up
Check on my guap
Rest and I rock
Counting high digits in a lot (A lot)
There is no stop
Makin' profit nonstop
Run it up (Run it up)
Luggage Louis Vui
Hop on top (Hop on top)
On this league oh it's all about status
You see no shock
Yeah Flavor grape
I'm in shape
Haters get up on my rate (Damn)
I don't give no fucks
No words left to say (Nah)
I'm in shape yeh (Woah)
Everything on flieh take a seat
Hit a smooth attack
Just like in Assassin's Creed
Ups and downs
Sometimes you land a punch
Just like Bruce Lee
Do my best of me
On a shopping spree
Got a fever bitch please
Excuse me
Ain't no complaints
It's a match with the chemistry
Styling wilding out
With the thirty out
Across the map
Adventure now
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Bergmann
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