F1Le Lyrics

I just rolled a three five to get you out my mind

I know that you getting flashbacks looking in my eyes

That's how I found out that you the game and I'm the prize

Yeah, all that shit suck but it's a blessing in disguise

I might roll a couple more, pull up in that Vantador

You wasn't tryna ride my wave so I'ma leave your ass on shore

Always told me I was weird, now I'm the one that you adore

I might go and take your ankles, we ain't balling on the court

I'ma leave you on the floor, leave you on the ground

I'm a dog, you a poodle and we both inside the pound

Put my hand around her mouth, she was making too much sound

Got that iron on my head, shout out to Robert Down

Yeah, that party is a circus cause I'm only seeing clowns

And my favorite t-shirt, that's the one that you found in the closet

No, I'm not modest, all freestyle, I ain't writing David Goggins

Shit, turn it to Cole Bennett cause I pull up and I shot it

Damn, all my pockets fat so I guess they Rod Wavin

Shit, I turned to Helen Keller, if you talking all that hate

Put that iron to your dome, damn, I bet your mama pacing

Yeah, I got colorful pants cause they Jamaican

I ain't doing none of this shit, just money taking

You gon' up this chopper and I see your hands shaking

Cookie in the oven cause that boy gon' get to baking

You be on some other shit

I ain't really fuck with it

R. Kelly on these bitches cause they all been getting pissed

Call that shit Nintendo, I blow up and now they switch

Kobe in the paint, type shit I never dish

No, I don't care about what it was, just what it is

Damn, that bitch a cannibal cause she good at eating kids

Maverick going super crazy, he just went and popped his lid

Everybody looking at me now, they like, holy shit

Remember when I was a child, from there I have came miles

I've been stacking up my money, money, money in some piles

I got bitches, I just change em by turning up that dial

I just made a gas song, so I sent homie to file