Blue Flag (feat. Bankroll Boomer)

(Damn Jam, this shit a vibe) (LF3 the gang you know we gon' let it bang, yeah yeah) (Yeah) (Yeahh) (Uh) (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Love the way she blew that, designer poppin' new tags) (Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag) Catch me steppin' with that fire Got this glock all in my hands Spin again we make sure that he dead Then watch me do my dance Plenty racks done made a fan Turned his girl into a fan Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants I'm really him bitch thought you knew that Designer poppin' new tags Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag I like the way she blew that On my jewels her eyes be glued at Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at Know we really gonna rock out no guitar don't make me mad It's gon' be murder all around Them boys really tote them flags Said I was never one of them ones to go show out, don't like to brag She see the way I got all these diamonds round my neck, done made a flash I said cocaine white tee, got on that dope boy swag Amiri jeans them pockets deep I'm stuffing cash Purple maple codeine straight from the Canadians sipping syrup He looking nervous, steady pillow talkin to his bitch no I ain't heard (Like what he say) Pussy bitch said he gon' take my life And it's on sight Load em' up we gonna ride tonight Bitch said you gon' die Bitch you must be dumb Think you gon' talk down on the grave go head and try You gon' end up on a shirt, we put him right up in the sky yeah Catch me steppin' with that fire Got this glock all in my hands Spin again we make sure that he dead Then watch me do my dance Plenty racks done made a fan Turned his girl into a fan Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants I'm really him bitch thought you knew that Designer poppin' new tags Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag I like the way she blew that On my jewels her eyes be glued at Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at Forty-three the LF3 that YTG pack got me choking What you say to your big homie When that pressure get applied niggas turn into Jehovah's Said I was but I'm from NOVA Poppin' shit love for my billies double R hop in that rover, aye Glock tote two pound pressure hope them boys get the message You ain't really blue flaggin' we the ones that do the extra Do em' dirty do em' treacherous I got Quavi on the side, I just passed the Smith and Wesson Aye I said two steps back uh, one step forward When I lean I do my dance niggas know how I'm moving Aye, two steps back uh, one step forward Who you with and what's your gang, if you don't bang we get to shooting Catch me steppin' with that fire Got this glock all in my hands Spin again we make sure that he dead Then watch me do my dance Plenty racks done made a fan Turned his girl into a fan Extension clip be poking out can't even fit inside my pants I'm really him bitch thought you knew that Designer poppin' new tags Lil youngin' really wild with the shit, he got a blue flag I like the way she blew that On my jewels her eyes be glued at Tryna take mine bet he gon' be inside that home where they be viewed at (Where he viewed at, youngin' really new that) (Lil youngin' really wild, LF3 we got a blue flag) (Blue flag, youngin' poppin' blew that)