Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Yo Rah turn this shit up
Been making my way to the top
And it don't stop, tryna put on for my block
Tryna break outta that box
Moving my moms to the hills and thats word to my pops
Ducking from cops on the block
My nigga you making it hot
My niggas got waka's that flock
F*ck is a foot in the door, when I just picked the lock
Went and go braided the locs
Got it lock
Peep the designer, that's down to my socks
You swing the hawk, then I'm swinging the ox
Was styling Vashtie, believe it or not
Switch lanes, I'm balling hard I need bengay
You got no broads cause you been gay
F*cking these broads like I'm Rick James
Walked in the spot with like six chains
Teeth diamond yellow, piss stains
Got my own sound, I don't need a lane
In yo bitch dreams call me Krueger mane
I'm in the trap with the hooligans
Cool with my sides, I don't need a main
Murakami swinging on the chain
Model my bitch, smoking Mary Jane
Yeah
Mixing it up and I'm serving it out
She so precise, want the perfect amount
Please stop the talking, I'm losing my count
My brother trapping way more than an ounce
Glock be around us so please don't you doubt
You just be watching us ball like a scout
Ay
I do not waste time, she show the kitty on FaceTime
I can not listen to all of the critics
Stay to myself cause these niggas ain't with it
This ain't a game, I ain't living a gimmick
I'm tryna make some digits every minute
Nina in my jeans and they fitted
Calm fits with the new fitted
Clip hanging out, it got extended
Lifestyle I'm living, been expensive
And I'm with K I D but it's J A V
All the way from uptown to the bush
Roll the GG, I'ont f*ck with the kush
Tryna make bands, see the risk that it took
Ice on me
Bet she let me hit, seen the mike on me
Say you down to ride but the tank on E
Niggas wanna leech, ain't shit for free
Cost to be the boss and we pay that fee
KD - Flaunt (feat. JAV) Lyrics
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Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Yo Rah turn this shit up
Been making my way to the top
And it don't stop, tryna put on for my block
Tryna break outta that box
Moving my moms to the hills and thats word to my pops
Ducking from cops on the block
My nigga you making it hot
My niggas got waka's that flock
F*ck is a foot in the door, when I just picked the lock
Went and go braided the locs
Got it lock
Peep the designer, that's down to my socks
You swing the hawk, then I'm swinging the ox
Was styling Vashtie, believe it or not
Switch lanes, I'm balling hard I need bengay
You got no broads cause you been gay
F*cking these broads like I'm Rick James
Walked in the spot with like six chains
Teeth diamond yellow, piss stains
Got my own sound, I don't need a lane
In yo bitch dreams call me Krueger mane
I'm in the trap with the hooligans
Cool with my sides, I don't need a main
Murakami swinging on the chain
Model my bitch, smoking Mary Jane
Yeah
Mixing it up and I'm serving it out
She so precise, want the perfect amount
Please stop the talking, I'm losing my count
My brother trapping way more than an ounce
Glock be around us so please don't you doubt
You just be watching us ball like a scout
Ay
I do not waste time, she show the kitty on FaceTime
I can not listen to all of the critics
Stay to myself cause these niggas ain't with it
This ain't a game, I ain't living a gimmick
I'm tryna make some digits every minute
Nina in my jeans and they fitted
Calm fits with the new fitted
Clip hanging out, it got extended
Lifestyle I'm living, been expensive
And I'm with K I D but it's J A V
All the way from uptown to the bush
Roll the GG, I'ont f*ck with the kush
Tryna make bands, see the risk that it took
Ice on me
Bet she let me hit, seen the mike on me
Say you down to ride but the tank on E
Niggas wanna leech, ain't shit for free
Cost to be the boss and we pay that fee
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Yo Rah turn this shit up
Been making my way to the top
And it don't stop, tryna put on for my block
Tryna break outta that box
Moving my moms to the hills and thats word to my pops
Ducking from cops on the block
My nigga you making it hot
My niggas got waka's that flock
F*ck is a foot in the door, when I just picked the lock
Went and go braided the locs
Got it lock
Peep the designer, that's down to my socks
You swing the hawk, then I'm swinging the ox
Was styling Vashtie, believe it or not
Switch lanes, I'm balling hard I need bengay
You got no broads cause you been gay
F*cking these broads like I'm Rick James
Walked in the spot with like six chains
Teeth diamond yellow, piss stains
Got my own sound, I don't need a lane
In yo bitch dreams call me Krueger mane
I'm in the trap with the hooligans
Cool with my sides, I don't need a main
Murakami swinging on the chain
Model my bitch, smoking Mary Jane
Yeah
Mixing it up and I'm serving it out
She so precise, want the perfect amount
Please stop the talking, I'm losing my count
My brother trapping way more than an ounce
Glock be around us so please don't you doubt
You just be watching us ball like a scout
Ay
I do not waste time, she show the kitty on FaceTime
I can not listen to all of the critics
Stay to myself cause these niggas ain't with it
This ain't a game, I ain't living a gimmick
I'm tryna make some digits every minute
Nina in my jeans and they fitted
Calm fits with the new fitted
Clip hanging out, it got extended
Lifestyle I'm living, been expensive
And I'm with K I D but it's J A V
All the way from uptown to the bush
Roll the GG, I'ont f*ck with the kush
Tryna make bands, see the risk that it took
Ice on me
Bet she let me hit, seen the mike on me
Say you down to ride but the tank on E
Niggas wanna leech, ain't shit for free
Cost to be the boss and we pay that fee
Writer: Javin Smith, Quincy Sullivan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid