F.L.B.X.P Lyrics

A real nigga know how I'm maxing

Im from Trenches where we stuff the dope in the mattress

Was 16 scamming on taxes

Always wanted a boat

never seen me a cactus

And my momma knew I was havin

I had to trap just to live and I know she ain't happy

When I blow imma leave it rapping

But until then I'm still trapping

Til then I'm still in the field where the drank be fake but the seal be real.

If you down then you know how it feel

How pull up at work just get you meal

Regardless I'm keeping it real

Now I'm up real good tip the waitress a bill

Like I said I'm still in the field

I made this bihh off a pill

talking yo shi im gone let these shots off

Fat as a bitch but I'm not soft

Wet em up wring em out like a wash cloths

Cross em up like I'm hot sauce

I got the real but still selling the knock off

I was fucking her face till she lockjaw

White girl lit up the room with the lights off

scaling ts with my eye ball

I'll make a thick bihh swallow my seman

Give ya answers to god cause you tested a demon

If I did it G be the reason

I'm still having ts when ts out of season

Life hard but I make it look easy

She can chill in da trap if she steal then I'm breezy

I'll set this bitch off for no reason

I'll trap on yo block like I'm Steven

Smoke exotic they know ts pressure

Hitting yo point yeen getting no extra

Might be yo bitch but I'm fucking her better

Diss on da brick and I'm signing ya stretcher

Better get right for a I get you together

Can't beef with no motion

I'm sliding whenever

Got the bird for the low

So don't ruffle my feathers