Flower Painter
Blue checks I'm verified
Lil baby I ain't nothing like them other guys
Moving around I can turn you to a poltergeist
She loving on the boy, she certified
Aye, and I don't ever give a damn bout a hater, man
You a grown-ass man, talking like a fan
Spray the bitch up, like a spray can
You gon be 6 feet deep, in the sand, man
Lil clown ass bitch, talking down on me
We gon find yo mans, riding round homie
You don't really want the static, call u Lil Sony
I'm in the back of the Benz, with the semi on me
New Aventador, I don't got that shit leased
Pay it all in cash, like a top G
Got yo Lil snow bunny, giving sloppy toppy
She from the Palisades, so she got a lot of money
I'm a good man, buy that bitch a Uber XL
I'm a freshman in college like its XXL
Yeah I hate yo guts, but I don't pray you go to hell
Send a fucken bomb in your motherfucking mail
She can't even walk, call me big dick P
Imma leave the bitch sprained like she need to see the E
In the BMW e30, riding round the city
When I'm cashing out at Chase, Imma need all 50s
Imma need all 100s, and 50s, and 20s, maybe the 5s
I don't need a 10, I already got mine
She tastes like wine, every time that we high
Huh, off the za Lil bitch
Off a Lil eddy, I'm aroused Lil bitch
Shit be kicking in in 30 mins Lil bitch
Feelin crossfaded I'm lost Lil bitch
Huh, huh, what you talking about
Actin tough behind the screen, got a closed mouth
You a whole netbanger, yeah you going south
Imma smoke you like a pack, like a fucken cloud
Im in the back of the maybach, starstruck
Yo bitch giving top, I ain't even come
Fake moaning ass bitch, I ain't even budge
In the stud, it's a lot of crips and bloods
We some real big steppers, you the fucken rug
That's a big 400, walking in the mud
These diamonds real shining like the fucken sun
Every day I'm fly, got a fitted on
Aye, aye, got a fitted on
I'm too hot, touch me with the mittens on
Always creaming on me, like a Cinnabon
Real diamonds, had you thinking I got glitter on
On a real note, I don't like a netbanger
Got yo cranium filled with the red lasers
And tell yo bitch imma fuck her later
Then I cut the bitch off, like Gilette Razors
My chain look like the fucken power rangers
Got it iced out, fuck her like an hour later
But don't get me wrong cause I'm not a hater
I'm invested in the kush, I'm a flower painter
Aye, I'm a flower painter
Yes sir, yes sir, Imma fuck yo bitch like an hour later
Lil baby I ain't nothing like them other guys
Moving around I can turn you to a poltergeist
She loving on the boy, she certified
Aye, and I don't ever give a damn bout a hater, man
You a grown-ass man, talking like a fan
Spray the bitch up, like a spray can
You gon be 6 feet deep, in the sand, man
Lil clown ass bitch, talking down on me
We gon find yo mans, riding round homie
You don't really want the static, call u Lil Sony
I'm in the back of the Benz, with the semi on me
New Aventador, I don't got that shit leased
Pay it all in cash, like a top G
Got yo Lil snow bunny, giving sloppy toppy
She from the Palisades, so she got a lot of money
I'm a good man, buy that bitch a Uber XL
I'm a freshman in college like its XXL
Yeah I hate yo guts, but I don't pray you go to hell
Send a fucken bomb in your motherfucking mail
She can't even walk, call me big dick P
Imma leave the bitch sprained like she need to see the E
In the BMW e30, riding round the city
When I'm cashing out at Chase, Imma need all 50s
Imma need all 100s, and 50s, and 20s, maybe the 5s
I don't need a 10, I already got mine
She tastes like wine, every time that we high
Huh, off the za Lil bitch
Off a Lil eddy, I'm aroused Lil bitch
Shit be kicking in in 30 mins Lil bitch
Feelin crossfaded I'm lost Lil bitch
Huh, huh, what you talking about
Actin tough behind the screen, got a closed mouth
You a whole netbanger, yeah you going south
Imma smoke you like a pack, like a fucken cloud
Im in the back of the maybach, starstruck
Yo bitch giving top, I ain't even come
Fake moaning ass bitch, I ain't even budge
In the stud, it's a lot of crips and bloods
We some real big steppers, you the fucken rug
That's a big 400, walking in the mud
These diamonds real shining like the fucken sun
Every day I'm fly, got a fitted on
Aye, aye, got a fitted on
I'm too hot, touch me with the mittens on
Always creaming on me, like a Cinnabon
Real diamonds, had you thinking I got glitter on
On a real note, I don't like a netbanger
Got yo cranium filled with the red lasers
And tell yo bitch imma fuck her later
Then I cut the bitch off, like Gilette Razors
My chain look like the fucken power rangers
Got it iced out, fuck her like an hour later
But don't get me wrong cause I'm not a hater
I'm invested in the kush, I'm a flower painter
Aye, I'm a flower painter
Yes sir, yes sir, Imma fuck yo bitch like an hour later
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Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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