Flags Lyrics

hoes match my fit

Fit match my fag

Fag match my bag

Hell over sag

Getting that cash

Riding in jas

Hater can my ass

Certified Ogrobkat on go

Pimp sag all polo

Broke woman that a no no

From the street that is g code

U die second line rebert

My dude bird put work

Blue gas weed Papa Smurf

Holla at kat when you need a voice

Pay to God don't need a church

Life a bitch what makes it worse

Certified music a lot of ememy

Some X friend some that kin to me

Dude mad at me I'm killing beat

chopper hit hit every where but feet

Hip hop door man I got the key

Go getter army call me og

Shoes match my fit

Fit match my fag

Fag match my bag

Hell over sag

Getting that cash

Riding in jas

Hater can my ass

Dickens red red kicks

Not taking shit from a chit

Whipping looks at my wrise

Certified west gang my cick

Big or small don't have no pics

Cov19 flow heller sick

I really like the way she riding dick

Up and down banana Play split

Yea yea this that real game

That 90s odog and Kane

Ain't no sun shining let it rain

Og music come from a lot of pain

Red tattoos fire Lol flams

Mine your business stay in lane

Og 7ward a lot chains

Hard head music new gang