White Flags
Who am I?
The G.O.A.T, nigga
I had to get it
You know I'm bout to blast off
Ice cold that's my heart roll like Jack Frost
CEO, Boss Baby, I'm the big boss
Tell her come to my room and get my fucking rocks off
She in the bar, yeah, you know she show her ass off
Black cat, yeah, it'll get your fucking path crossed
RR stand for Really Rich not talking Rick Ross
Seen the future and I seen she went and took her mask off
Sometimes I think of really bad things
Sometimes those things make me so sad
Sometimes I think of really sad things
All the time, yeah, they make me so mad
I been only thinking bout myself
I'll be damned if i'm thinking bout a bitch
Smoke a doobie when I ever get the itch
Shoot em' down till they waving white flags
All the time niggas know i'm getting rich
All the time niggas know I got that swag
My brothers like bullets I put em in the mag
Have you met someone that walk up like this
Have you met someone that stunt up like this
I been feeling really, what?
I been feeling like I don't give a shit about nothin
If ain't bout cheadder or the dough if it ain't about
Securing myself, and sticking to the code
These niggas really fucking jumping junctions
They think the pump faking but they really doing nothing
And it don't matter cause you hear my music at the functions
And you know it's thumping
I don't give a fuck bout your opinions and assumptions
I'm busy tryna get it turning nothing into something
And you busy whining wondering you ain't got no money
Everytime I think about I just think that shit is funny
I'm sorry to you
I'm sorry if you feel like I did you wrong
Me and my niggas gon be up and ball
I take my mom shopping she'll have the whole mall, yeah
I'm sorry to you
I'm sorry if you feel like I did you wrong
Me and my niggas gon be up and ball
I take my mom shopping she'll have the whole mall, yeah
Sometimes I think of really bad things
Sometimes those things make me so sad
Sometimes I think of really sad things
All the time, yeah, they make me so mad
I been only thinking bout myself
I'll be damned if i'm thinking bout a bitch
Smoke a doobie when I ever get the itch
Shoot em' down till they waving white flags
The G.O.A.T, nigga
I had to get it
You know I'm bout to blast off
Ice cold that's my heart roll like Jack Frost
CEO, Boss Baby, I'm the big boss
Tell her come to my room and get my fucking rocks off
She in the bar, yeah, you know she show her ass off
Black cat, yeah, it'll get your fucking path crossed
RR stand for Really Rich not talking Rick Ross
Seen the future and I seen she went and took her mask off
Sometimes I think of really bad things
Sometimes those things make me so sad
Sometimes I think of really sad things
All the time, yeah, they make me so mad
I been only thinking bout myself
I'll be damned if i'm thinking bout a bitch
Smoke a doobie when I ever get the itch
Shoot em' down till they waving white flags
All the time niggas know i'm getting rich
All the time niggas know I got that swag
My brothers like bullets I put em in the mag
Have you met someone that walk up like this
Have you met someone that stunt up like this
I been feeling really, what?
I been feeling like I don't give a shit about nothin
If ain't bout cheadder or the dough if it ain't about
Securing myself, and sticking to the code
These niggas really fucking jumping junctions
They think the pump faking but they really doing nothing
And it don't matter cause you hear my music at the functions
And you know it's thumping
I don't give a fuck bout your opinions and assumptions
I'm busy tryna get it turning nothing into something
And you busy whining wondering you ain't got no money
Everytime I think about I just think that shit is funny
I'm sorry to you
I'm sorry if you feel like I did you wrong
Me and my niggas gon be up and ball
I take my mom shopping she'll have the whole mall, yeah
I'm sorry to you
I'm sorry if you feel like I did you wrong
Me and my niggas gon be up and ball
I take my mom shopping she'll have the whole mall, yeah
Sometimes I think of really bad things
Sometimes those things make me so sad
Sometimes I think of really sad things
All the time, yeah, they make me so mad
I been only thinking bout myself
I'll be damned if i'm thinking bout a bitch
Smoke a doobie when I ever get the itch
Shoot em' down till they waving white flags
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Writer(s): Ashton Guerra
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