100 Flowers (Freestyle)
Had to get my muscle up
I was looking in mirror
But they ain't notice us
They ain't notice me
How I still lookin' at time
And I paid the fee
You know them lawyers fees
I spent 2 APs
All I wanted was a bitch
That God sent for me
Cause I won't let a bitch
make up to me
Mayballine
Can't let a hoe
Wake up to me
In her dreams
But you know life is
Never what it seems
I know I'm the one
You ain't gotta tell me
You should of seen
Where I started
I was breaking down
One P
3.5 for fifty
Half's went for ninety
And if you add a ten
That's a 100
I know you follow me
And I keep it that emoji
I'm filled with all emotions
I'm on the phone right now
I hope the lord is callin
I be in my singing bag
I don't rap often
Steady in my head
Tryna shake the demons off me
She fucked 4 Niggas in one week
Thinking life's great
You should of seen the look
I had up on my face
I knew right there
She lost her morals
And her taste
But she didn't care
Because the money kept
Her safe
But speaking of safe
I kept a quarter tucked away
Remember the days I was
Waiting on a play
Now it's me and C4
Know they pressing play
4 bombs baby
I don't go on dinner dates
If she wanna link
I'm in the lab, I'll make some space
Rubbin on my hand
She tryna grab
She don't even wait
Rappers on my page
Tryna take the wave
You know you late
I gotta separate
In Atlanta be cautious
On that interstate
Cause switches
Turn guns to make them
Bullets go 100 ways
Used to make 100 plays
Now I'm on stage
Who thought my life would change
All of the hate
Got me motivated
Left you all alone
I was feeling jaded
100 flowers at your door
I'm tryna hit a Draya
I tend to treat these
Women like they not famous
Confessions like I'm usher Raymond
But I'm not naming
I sent her a starter pack
She said it was her favorite
Now she don't ask for favors
I be on the rode busy
Meeting centerfolds
But today a lil different
Just met my neighbors
The love getting fake
I just met some haters
The air a lil thick
From all the smoke they make up
I ain't never ment
To hit ya bitch I hope y'all make up
I know she wanna clean her face
Like she wearing make up
Niggas ain't us
Know them niggas capping
Niggas aint us
taha
Know them Nigga cappin
Niggas ain't us
4 bombs Nigga
I was looking in mirror
But they ain't notice us
They ain't notice me
How I still lookin' at time
And I paid the fee
You know them lawyers fees
I spent 2 APs
All I wanted was a bitch
That God sent for me
Cause I won't let a bitch
make up to me
Mayballine
Can't let a hoe
Wake up to me
In her dreams
But you know life is
Never what it seems
I know I'm the one
You ain't gotta tell me
You should of seen
Where I started
I was breaking down
One P
3.5 for fifty
Half's went for ninety
And if you add a ten
That's a 100
I know you follow me
And I keep it that emoji
I'm filled with all emotions
I'm on the phone right now
I hope the lord is callin
I be in my singing bag
I don't rap often
Steady in my head
Tryna shake the demons off me
She fucked 4 Niggas in one week
Thinking life's great
You should of seen the look
I had up on my face
I knew right there
She lost her morals
And her taste
But she didn't care
Because the money kept
Her safe
But speaking of safe
I kept a quarter tucked away
Remember the days I was
Waiting on a play
Now it's me and C4
Know they pressing play
4 bombs baby
I don't go on dinner dates
If she wanna link
I'm in the lab, I'll make some space
Rubbin on my hand
She tryna grab
She don't even wait
Rappers on my page
Tryna take the wave
You know you late
I gotta separate
In Atlanta be cautious
On that interstate
Cause switches
Turn guns to make them
Bullets go 100 ways
Used to make 100 plays
Now I'm on stage
Who thought my life would change
All of the hate
Got me motivated
Left you all alone
I was feeling jaded
100 flowers at your door
I'm tryna hit a Draya
I tend to treat these
Women like they not famous
Confessions like I'm usher Raymond
But I'm not naming
I sent her a starter pack
She said it was her favorite
Now she don't ask for favors
I be on the rode busy
Meeting centerfolds
But today a lil different
Just met my neighbors
The love getting fake
I just met some haters
The air a lil thick
From all the smoke they make up
I ain't never ment
To hit ya bitch I hope y'all make up
I know she wanna clean her face
Like she wearing make up
Niggas ain't us
Know them niggas capping
Niggas aint us
taha
Know them Nigga cappin
Niggas ain't us
4 bombs Nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Dejon Britton-birdsong
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