Flaco Mode Lyrics

I'm trying to hit from the back

She keep running put a crick in her neck

I just want a motherfucking Patek

Glock twenty three just to give me protection

My bitch fuck me good when I get an erection

One-O-Five when I'm speeding in traffic

Touch PBSB then that shit can get tragic

I can't tell why the fuck is you asking

I just love dripping drowning in the fashion

Me and seven do that shit out of passion

Bitch I'm the heavy weight champ

You loving that bitch but I heard she a tramp

I come from a county where niggas say stamp

My neck is so cold my ice be on damp

You niggas ain't gang ain't apart of my camp

I hit from the back in my leg caught a cramp

I'm on Flaco mode

I'm on Flaco mode

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I'm on Flaco mode

I'm young black and I'm bold

Don't know what I'll unfold

My story's still untold

Them papers come I'll know who told

Real nigga and I'll never fold

I pull up the say I'm too cold

I got a new Rollie it's gold

Z Flaco you know you a star

Uh Pulling up in foreign car

Uh Pulling up in foreign whip

Uh I be smoking out the zip

Uh Dior I mix it with Rick

Uh and I gotta keep a stick

Ay My new outfit it is sick

Fuck my bitch we did it quick

Old head call me slick

Fit all white it's like a brick

I'm on Flaco mode

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