FLAMIN HOT

Yo, yo, we get a hopper in the front like a cheeto Can't fuckin' twirl out that board now with Rico Big Mr. B, you can tell how I mean go She got a lil' pretty, lil' pretty like flamingo Diamonds on me, feels like Gucci like a ceilo Before the gear on, why me not got the feel Pull up some wood and I lick on my paper Yeah, hop in the Wrangler like Mike and I beat ya Yeah, I just put tuna on the hood and all the bells on When it's all cripsy, come straight from the teller Smokin' on, he got me hot as the devil Yeah, cut off a bill, she not on my level She like the rapper, no hand like a Tesla I know it's your bill, but I gotta go tell Now he talkin', I feel, but can't wait to go catch it Don't want anyone, why she dancin' in the kitchen She get wetter than water, she must be a Pisces Pushing somebody, she might be an Aerie All of your money, I hang with my colleagues Don't price you a girl, they like wearing Kyrie Mother, these niggas be pussy or poly How you say you hate, you don't even know me People say lil' head to make her, show me Marlon or Marlon, you just gotta know me Ayy, see yo, thought I was a TV The way they all watch me Think that the same hoe from my IG This ain't real, nigga, I'm my ID Spin like 6K on the neck piece My wrist, neck, shiny VVs Like Stevie, niggas ain't seein' me I'm big, dawg, too, you minute me I'm big, dawg, too, you lil' buck Don't f*ck around, get fucked up Catch him out of bounds, nigga, slipped up I'm solid, nigga, never changed up When I'm steppin' out, keep a prank up Never put your trust in a stranger Even day one, nigga, switchin' up My heart black, I ain't got no love I don't give no f*ck on who to trust That's what That's what