Quavier - Blue Flag (feat. Bankroll Boomer) Lyrics

(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)