Ric Flair Gators

Yeah, come on, Saksman Alright, you already know what we on That hot boy T.O.D. shit Alright They tryna copy us, tell them boys, knock it off Ric Flair steppin' in these skaters, I don't rock LaCoste Is you worried bout some comp? Nigga, not at all Feelin' like I'm Bron, chosen one, I was born to ball It was me and Stone slidin' in foreigns Ayy, the way we hit the road, you would've thought we was touring Me and my bitch so locked in, she remind me of Lauren Hot boy can't put me out even if it was pouring Ayy, put it in they face so they can see what I'm sayin Or bussdown to AP, now they know I ain't playin I'm always focused on his bag, They don't really understand They ain't never told you, nigga, don't bring beach to the sand Aw, shit, I mean sand to the beach They like how you stuff your vallys, I been grindin' for weeks When it's time to hit the field, you better pack up some cleats Bitch told me I'm her hero, like I play for the heat I never needed no help All these niggas is my sons, put they ass to the belt They said it's dangerous in that water, I been swimmin' like Phelps I'm a boss, but I can still do all the work by myself If you ain't talkin' bout a bag, then get the f*ck out the way I ain't got no time for games, bitch, I ain't come here to play I need all my bucks near, feelin' like Tampa Bay Some niggas turned on me, f*ck em', they all broke anyway Ayy, I done lost it all, but I'm like never again Yeah, that 4 door, AMG, the type of coupes we be in She wanna party with the 8 tell the bitch bring a friend Now these niggas call me brother, we ain't never been kin While these niggas call me bro, we ain't never been cool My nigga don't fight, but shoot quick, like Jordan Poole They game aint made for us to win, so I don't play by the rules And I'm gettin' money, hit Dior, and got my momma some shoes They wonder where I been, ain't seen my face in a while I ain't got no more comp, they all throwin' the towel They game dirty, ain't no love, they out here doin' me foul On the road, chasin' chicken, we been drivin' for miles Saksman, but I still spent a bag up in Neiman's I'm just in it for the bag, that's a good enough reason Bitch, I shine in any weather, it don't matter the season They can't take me one-on-one, so they start tag teamin Ayy, put it in they face so they can see what I'm sayin Our bussdown the AP, now they know I ain't playin I'm always focused on this bag, they don't really understand They ain't never told you, nigga, don't be beach to the sand Aw, shit, I mean sand to the beach They like how you stuff your vallys, I been grindin' for weeks When it's time to hit the field, you better pack up some cleats Bitch told me I'm her hero, like I play for the heat