Letras
I'll be in line to cop the new Le Fluers
Ill be the guy to squirt her when we freak it
Who said touch my volume like its yours
Who be the friend to listen when I'm-
I love it when we get it right
But we never right
Fell in love with biddie
Bet she do me really nice
Oil to my cuticle
Then pay my biddie price
She might slap a hoe,
If bitches trippin
My biddie might
It's been a minute since I been sold manic
And preforming panic
I siphoned more grammar
Wav. files stuffed in the safe with these blammers
And sex so good cant catch it on camera dawg
Pull up the party and Im asking yall
How many involved really actors
The afterclap of clapbacks and white lies
Got Karmas work multiplyed by two times
Harsh reality
Step on the scene,
They said aye where you been
All of this time,
Nigga I been in line
Uh-Oh and I'm him
Ok
I'll be in line to cop the new Le Fluers
I'll be the guy to squirt her when we-
Ahhhhh
I'ma run it back
I'll be in line to cop the new Le Fluers
Then rock the shit of course
Its hot when I preform
Crystal Bohemia glass in which I pour
Some wine you can't afford
They offer many more
I'm refined
Hella fine
and been to war with my mind
Realized, insecurities at its core
I killed that, see real rap done saved a nigga
This, from me to you's, so remedial, paints the picture
Ain't no scripture, nor religion, no fake friends groups,
Or bitches done made me feel like this but
Is it blessing cause niggas gone try my wits
And they say that they love me but is it really this
They pump fake, and ain't know how to shoot
When the shooters ain't there
Bitch I been the roof