Floss

I'm in a Porsche 781 Spyder, tryna duck the pest control
Pay my shooters with these gas bags, come through and let it blow
Put the goal in these niggas' face, they still'll never score
Lil' bitch never met a nigga like me, I'm a UFO

Lately I've been listening to my dentist, told me keep on flossing
I'm just tryna figure out if you a boss or you just bossy
Disappear at a high speed embarresed told dispatch he lost me
Hopscotch, he playground, no playground, my boys gon' chalk him

Was on the curb, hopped to sewer, my pockets filled with dog manure
I'm just a money connoisseur, got drunk, she breathalyzer, blew it
Collision, Drake gon' run into him, empty the mag, bullets go through him
Can't chase a bitch, I won't pursue, wet that boy up embalmer fluid

Love getting money, but can't stay up out his stash
Had to take a nigga couch, cause he could get up off his ass
I'm so aphobic to these snakes, so every week I cut my grass
I'm not a quarterback or a teacher, I can't get that man a pass

Made the opps block my route, that's how I peep the scene
Steady washing dirty money, something like Mr. Clean
We ain't counting with our hands, but hundreds in machines
I've been deep up in the water like a submarine

Bro, they really catching hats ain't talking graduation
Trying to pull a spider Porsche and do extermination
I'ma headshot all the rats to kill they population
I see your words in black and white, it ain't no explanation

I'm still slapping, trapping, rapping while I'm trying to duck the feds, ho
I'ma knock him off, slide by myself, who can I tell on,
Switching, making beats, I'm on repeat, I'm breaking every bone
Drake, get the dump and you gon' hear it through a styrofoam

All black, Q50, infinity, shaking District 3
Know we gon' hop out on the enemy, that's by any means
Phone steady, thumping the traffic, bitch, I got fenny fiends
Foe'nem, don't be tripping with them blicks, bitch, we hit anything

I'm in a Porsche 781 Spyder, trying to duck the pest control
Pay my shooters with these gas bags, come through and let it blow
Put the goal in these niggas' face, they still will never score
Lil' bitch never met a nigga like me, I'ma do it whole

Lately, I've been listening to my dentist, told me keep on flossing
I'm just trying to figure out if you a boss or you just bossing
Disappear at a high speed, embarresed, told dispatch he lost me
Hopscotch, he play around, no playground, my boys gon' chalk him



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Bell Iii, De'shawn Hubbard, Cory Chandler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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