Flapjacks Lyrics

How the f- Damn, how the f

Damn

How the fuck you had a free throw

And you still missed

Call him Pablo Escobar

How he shootin' bricks

She a snowbunny

For these balls

I'ma call her Trix

Silly rabbit, she ate all my kids

All these niggas do is cap

Like they shop at Lids

Niggas say I gotta chill

Too hot, I need a fridge

Wear a bonnet in the booth

Cause I don't rap cap

Slim nigga

Wearin' skinny jeans

I got fat stacks

Feel like Dora

Got a whole map

In my backpack

Latina arms too hairy

Told her back back

Niggas want a feature from me

Hit my CashApp

Make a nigga pay fifty

That's that rap tax

I ain't stuck

On my old bitch

Boy, I'm past that

This bitch

Remind me of my ex

I'm havin' flashbacks

Damn

Oh we havin

Deep convos

In a parked car?

I'm finna smash that

Type of nigga

Stand on business

Ion backtrack

Up a pole

Like a stripper

Make em lap dance

MJ

He on bullshit

This your last dance

Big bitch

Tryna get my number

Fat chance

Forget about me

you a nat nat

I'm really nonchalant

I'm like Flapjack

Took a hoe to Waffle House

Make her act bad

Syrup on her pancakes

Like a flapjack

Fuck with a Arab bitch

Make her dad mad

Got him waitin' on Iraq

He from Baghdad

Thought you ate

You on Ramadan

I'm in Pakistan

If she laughin' at your joke

You can have her then

How the fuck I'm insecure

When I'm just a man

I always get my get back

I'll fuck with your friend

Call ICE

If she cheat on me she Latina