Fight or Flight

"Ok, like how you want me to say it, like,
New World Order, or do you want me to be like..."
(Ok, here's the New World Order guys)
(Ay, Rikait)

Everybody came with extendo's
Betta come at us correct, we jus' wanna get this queso
I tell her bitch do you get this memo
I feel like Future, I been poppin' since my demos
Yea, stack it up, build it up, like some Legos
They want my sauce, I ain't givin' em this Prego
Livin' my highs, yea, like a Falsetto
This bitch on my waffle, tell her leggo of my Eggo

And I ain't with the rap shit, I know these dummies gay
They live in my shadow and that's why they always hate
What you make in two weeks is what I make in a day
Ha, that's why they always jus' complain
I hit Santa Cruz, but I ain't finna ride no wave
How you flexin' on the gram, but in real life you a lame
Ha, I guess some people don't change
This some muddy muddy wok wok, take it down the drain

You ain't gotta throw a fit I'm gon' fuck you when I want
Couple things we gotta fix, but the conversation long
I ain't tripping 'bout the bond
Know that shit is tight
Need more self control, always on my fight or flight
You ain't gotta throw a fit I'm gon' fuck you when I want
Couple things we gotta fix, but the conversation long
I ain't tripping 'bout the bond
Know that shit is tight
Need more self control, always on my fight or flight

Bitch I need somewhere to go, always feelin' outta place
Oh you thought I was reliable, that's kinda yo mistake
Desert Eagle's and sum Drac's, brodie got 'em outta state
Wintertime, I'm rockin' tracksuits like I'm from the U.K.

Run from my problems
Run up the commas
Fall away from the mufuckin' drama
Bullets got no name, and I heard it from my choppa
She think that she the one, but she apart of my roster

(Yuh, She think that she the one... part of my roster, yea)