Flavour Grape Lyrics

Yeah flavor grape

I'm in shape

Haters get up on my rate (Damn)

I don't give no fucks

No words left to say (Nah)

I'm in shape yeh (Woah)

Leaning (Double cup)

Leaning the day

Let the pain fade away

In the mood the day

Henny got me sway

Plenty chains make me feel heavy

High of my dose

Now I'm cruising in a chevy

Being modest pricy I like it

Chasin' the hype (What) (Turnt up)

I'm on that fly shit

Type away, it's that high shit

Got to do my shit not going to die just

Clarity in this molecule

Just the real shit

Coming through (That's for real)

I know you want it too

I'm getting loose

Of the juice I'm gone yeh

Gassed up

Smoke on it strong

Wait to get my money long

Cope with it I'm so done

It's that two tone that's what i want

Hit my phone up what's up

Check on my guap

Rest and I rock

Counting high digits in a lot (A lot)

There is no stop

Makin' profit nonstop

Run it up (Run it up)

Luggage Louis Vui

Hop on top (Hop on top)

On this league oh it's all about status

You see no shock

Yeah Flavor grape

I'm in shape

Haters get up on my rate (Damn)

I don't give no fucks

No words left to say (Nah)

I'm in shape yeh (Woah)

Everything on flieh take a seat

Hit a smooth attack

Just like in Assassin's Creed

Ups and downs

Sometimes you land a punch

Just like Bruce Lee

Do my best of me

On a shopping spree

Got a fever bitch please

Excuse me

Ain't no complaints

It's a match with the chemistry

Styling wilding out

With the thirty out

Across the map

Adventure now