Ahhh
Mo Flamez aims aims ahhh
Yeah
Dirrty Southeast
B m r r r r r
Check
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah said ya can't blame me
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah no way baby
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah said ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah no way baby
It is what it is nah you can'
Lately all my shit now fendi gucci
About time my gaff a bit more roomy
If you don't like it kid go ahead sue me
Mad nights with my boys on that susuaki
Gold chain on my neck fits nice and loosely
Got my chakras inlining mad energy Bruce lee
This ain't by accident or one bit flukey
Look listhen I got hot dreams
Flamez flowing through them streams
Money coming in thats clean
Stright from the dirt to the top with my team
Piff that cali don't sip that lean
Quit that Charlie get clean like sheen
Flip that benz rather get that cream
Get that merc that AMG
Ain't no limit for this human being
C block I was on the landing
Over ops but I guess the Lord he was handeling
Long C zed down my jocks it was hanging
Ring ring shows bookings demanding
Huhhh
Tell me who the man man
Come on tell me who the man then
Nah ya don't wanna see me pull up now skkr skkkr
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah said ya can't blame me
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah no way baby
It is what it is nah ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah said ya can't blame me
Nah nah nah no way baby
This another banger we mash
Babe splash that cash
Flow like I scarp
Big batty big back
My darling where did you get that ass
This that real Irish rap
Huhhh
Flamez in the lab
Drip when I swag
Shift them gears real fast
Touch that gas
Mercedes that's class
Yeah that's mad
Make my music and trap
That's my money f*ck tax
Act act funny get slapped
Grey goose ice in my glass
Love my mommy thats facts
I love me owl spirits and grass
And then trips them tabs
I've been to the moon and back
Woah
Them boy stupid stupid yeah move slow
Ya talk alot of shit but never ever show
No No only cali when I blow that smoke
Tracki bally when I do them roads
If I ain't got it yeah I bet nathan does
Leave em take shots duck then I box
Couple of slaps couple of jabs lift off
Don't care who ya know or what ya done
I'm really from the slums
Fiens with the guns
Trapping for the funds
Pull up with the gang make your whole crew run
She a cheeky bitch but a cute owl bum
Flavours to my lungs
Floating through the stars
Blazing like the sun
I'm rapping like I'm tutankhamun coming out the tomb
Tripping f*cking noodles with the boys on the moon
Drop that acid yeah sugar cube
Sick of these fake ass youths
Ya talk a lot of shit in the booth
Kid I never miss when I shoot
Got a few screws and they loose
Got that sauce with the drip and the juice
Drop that ice baby pour that goose
I remember been goosed in the cell from the hooch
Smoking spice in a zoot
Screws didn't have a clue
Like who knew ahhh
