Flash Grenades

June Haze

Yeah

Uh

I get on some raw shit

Rap push profit

Stack like apartments

Bass hit the treble kick

To another level bitch

Love it and you stuck with it

Married to the devil

Paper heaven leaking red ink

Nonsense

I be on my grind unconscious

Content

Fucking with your mind narcotic

Sergeant

Loading up his weapon self target

I be on my bomb shit

Click click boom hit

Everybody hands up

Even if you dead drunk

Keep em there

Keep em there

Watch the flash bulb

Slow it down

Crush a quarter

Crush a half

Crush a pound

Crush a broad

Thoughts in the clouds

They say I'm racing to the end

I ain't even got no friends

I'm just out for making ends

Why pretend I know

I love it

I know

I love it

I know

I love it

Flash grenades

Posted up in front of lens

The picture paints the end

Click click and again and again

I know

I love it

I know

I love it

I know

I love it

Flash grenades

I get on some pop shit

Red yellow green lit

Sink pedal lean whip

Favorite is Beemers

M5, X6

Shorty in the passenger

Fellatio ain't an amateur

Experience

Flawless her body is art

And I'm the artist

Painting my love

All over her canvas

Ain't no romantic

I stuff it in her pantry

She love it cause I'm nasty

I dig it cause she classy

Except when we smashing