Flage Gone Mad

Go (flage)

Your steppers
Need to start pressin' pills to live up to they title
I'm Simon Cowell to these niggas on American Idol
I hit Givenchy all black playin' Scrubs on vinyl
Had a black Urus at 18 somebody go ask Nigel
I scraped my Tesla the other week I blamed it on Queen Naija
X marks the spot didn't need to buy a metal detector
I'm with the 5-star gang I'm finna call Lester
G6 kicked in I ain't blink yet now my eyes hurt
Fucked the bitch she asked me for a tip now I'm givin' wise words
Nigga asked for a fade I had scratched my head
Choppa swing with this right arm Glock made him use his legs
70,000 on a steering wheel my pockets made of steel
Never breaking like a high-speed chase running from the jakes
I see more hundreds on the front end than I see black bitch lace
Chanel shiesty so they really shy when I hide my face

Can't go boys won't go boys
Know what I sayin'
Whatever you wanna call it on go boys it's all the same shit
Come on nigga it's 'crete bitch

Called a 20-ounce Sheck Wes shit way too muddy
I'd wring my bitch out by the neck if she got too buddy-buddy
Heard these niggas put me on they level now I got to 10-up 'em
Crack they hoes and crack them niggas bones walk out like fuck 'em
I had the pole in both of my hands like I'm tryna chin up it
Put my whole arm in her pussy made that bitch my muppet (ew)
Made that bitch my puppet
Eat it all off a Adderall shit I missed a spot
20,000 in the cup holder still spillin' over
Karahbooo off two X pills and she still half sober
Damn ain't that something
Funny how you niggas say you run shit we the ones running
SK-17 under my armpit we the ones dumping
We the ones that pack Balenci bags lookin' fat like dumplings
Black and white diamonds at least MLK died for something

It's us
Know that



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Writer(s): Camo!
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