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Uh, yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Talk, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Talk, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (T-, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Tss, tss) Huh?

She call me pretty, she call me fine, she call me Flako (Call me Flako)

If I'm in Atlanta, I'm chillin' with Sean or I'm chillin' with Naldo (Naldo)

They do the same shit (Yeah)

Potayto, potato (Ooh)

I got a strange bitch (Ooh)

I'ma put her in chains, bitch

The whip drive itself, I didn't even have touch the wheel for that bitch to lane switch

I don't need nobody, I just need myself

Plus all of these lil' hoes be basic

Gen 5, don't gotta aim it

I hand that bit' to my brother, he look down the scope, and he lettin' it bang, bitch

Spent all yo' money that's a shame, bitch (That's a shame bitch)

Hittin' my phone on bullshit (On bullshit)

I ain't text back 'till the morning (The morn-)

She was mad I ignored it (Yeah)

Charlotte Red knowin' they phony (They phony)

Call your gang lil' nigga, phone 'em (Nigga, phone-)

I send my goons to check out his crib, that nigga start picking his phone up (What the fuck?)

Lil' bitch, shut that tone up

I ain't even fuck on that bitch, her pussy was stank, I like the aroma

I ain't even kiss on that bitch, 'cause I cannot risk it, gettin' Corona (Yeah)

Boy yo' whole gang some bitches, I'm with 2o, young nigga gon' roll up

Ooh, that young nigga simp, I got that boy cryin', his hoe done chose up

Go through the legs, I'm throwin' it up, my brother gon' dunk

Same nigga hatin' on me on the internet really a Fanboy just like Chum

I'm wit' your bitch and I tell her to bend her back over, I'm fuckin' that bit' 'till I'm done

Boy, I went out like a real ass nigga, got blood on my sword, it's her time of the month (Yeah)

She call me pretty, she call me fine, she call me Flako

If I'm in Atlanta, I'm chillin' with Sean or I'm chillin' with Naldo (What the fuck?)

They do the same shit (The fuck?)

Potayto, potato (What the shit?)

I got a strange bitch (Shit)

I'ma put her in chains, bitch

The whip drive itself, I didn't even have touch the wheel for that bitch to lane switch (Yeah, yeah)

I don't need nobody, I just need myself

Plus all of these lil' hoes be basic (Yeah, yeah)

Gen 5, don't gotta aim it (Yeah, yeah)

I hand that bit' to my brother, he look down the scope, and he lettin' it bang, bitch (Yeah)

Spent all yo' money that's a shame, bitch (That's a shame bitch)

Hittin' my phone on bullshit (On bullshit)

I ain't text back 'till the morning (Morning)

She was mad I ignored it (Yeah)

Charlotte Red knowin' they phony (Yeah)

Call your gang lil' nigga, phone 'em (Yeah)

I send my goons to check out his crib, that nigga start picking his phone up, yeah