Flag On Play Lyrics

Red flag, red drum, hundred bands, in my car

Fuck that bitch, she still coming

Flag on play, it's a call

Molly lean, in my cup

Fresh and clean to the party

Whipping four door Ford Explorer

Fuck that bitch and then ignore her

Phone ringing, ten missed calls

Can't you tell that I'm ignoring

High fashion, not Ralph Lauren

Eyes glaring, too much water

I drip and fuck your daughter

Prolly won't cost me a lot

Two phones, keep a burner, so I can call all the shots

Play with that boy, get popped

Play with my money get rocked

Finna go hit up wakeem, hand him a beam, tell him to smoke all my opps

I need to blow off some steam, four hundred degrees, like Gunna and Travis, it's hot

Niggas they follow my lead, but I couldn't see that I was the one at the top

Pull up and making it pop

Niggas invest like stocks, yeah

Cause I'm underrated with a rated R drop

Cause I drop two albums and an EP, it don't flop yeah

Say they want that smoke with me, so boy you know we popped them

Red flag, red drum hundred bands, in my car

Fuck that bitch, she still coming

Flag on play, it's a call

Molly lean, in my cup

Fresh and clean to the party

Whipping four door Ford Explorer

Fuck that bitch and then ignore her

Phone ringing, ten missed calls

Can't you tell that I'm ignoring

High fashion, not Ralph Lauren

Eyes glaring, too much water

I drip and fuck your daughter

Prolly won't cost me a lot

Two phones, keep a burner, so I can call all the shots

Issa flag on the play so that boy out of luck

Got me feeling so sturdy got yak' in cup

Like a duracell bunny I'm up still it's stuck

Had to say no to drugs, I can fuck with that stuff

Only smoking on gas cause it come from the earth

I be getting so high finna walk off the earth

I be sipping on lean till I'm feeling so muddy

Niggas is fake, they not my buddy

My niggas slide they do you dirty

Came with the guys, we about thirty

We got that fire, ready, go murky

Letting it fly, bye bye birdie

Glock on my side you won't catch me surprised

Look I my eyes, don't be telling me your lies, no no

Red flag, red drum, hundred bands, in my car

Fuck that bitch, she still coming

Flag on play, it's a call

Molly lean, in my cup

Fresh and clean to the party

Whipping four door Ford Explorer

Fuck that bitch and then ignore her

Phone ringing, ten missed calls

Can't you tell that I'm ignoring

High fashion, not Ralph Lauren

Eyes glaring, too much water

I drip and fuck your daughter

Prolly won't cost me a lot

Two phones, keep a burner, so I can call all the shots