Mike Vick ft. Flam Shawty Lyrics

Aye Aye

Out flippin them eagles wit my dawg I feel like Michael Vick

We don't ever trip about you boy cuz yeah we know you bitch

Iced out my wrist can't none of these bitches fuck up my confidence

Y'all be on some bullshit yea we been on some other shit

In ATL YSL on the belt

All I do is win I don't know nun else

All I got is hunnids and a clip on my shelf

Can't trust no soul, Why I keep to myself

I'm undefeated in the strip club makin it Mayweather

Had to get a Bill a check I had to put some plays together

Drove the Jag to Vegas with Devante feelin like a Raider

Said I need that Max Crosby

Don't cross me for some paper

You not me You can't stop me

In Rodeo all my dawgs take up the lobby

Bitches turned me down come around treatin me so Godly

And I know you pussies mad, cuz you just not me

I been gettin to that bag that's my fucken hobby

Money change the people round me I don't know nobody

I was taught to rack it up, like I'm Yo Gotti

I can't trust no soul I'm the only one that got me

Aye

Out flippin them eagles wit my dawg I feel like Michael Vick

We don't ever trip about you boy cuz yeah we know you bitch

Iced out my wrist can't none of these bitches fuck up my confidence

Y'all be on some bullshit yea we been on some other shit

In ATL YSL on the belt

All I do is win I don't know nun else

All I got is hunnids and a clip on my shelf

Can't trust no soul, Why I keep to myself

Yeah

And let my jeweler tell my big bro go ahead now piss on my wrist

Black on black scat pack and my occupation is confident

Ima real"Flam Nigga" and niggas know I'm that cocky bitch

If I fucked a nigga bitch niggas know I was on that doggy shit

One hand on that stick, now these niggas wanna D-Hop

Shawty know I'm standin, like I'm Jesus in these Rebooks

Shawty got that ass, how she fit it in them Levis

Ima two-time MVP got me feelin like I'm Eli

These niggas done fucked up

I can't live one life to chance gotta keep one tucked bruh

If that's your, your best man better test yo luck bruh

And no this ain't my last dance, ball like I'm Jordan

And know yo bitch know she a fan my nigga who wouldn't

Aye Aye

Out flippin them eagles wit my dawg I feel like Michael Vick

We don't ever trip about you boy cuz yeah we know you bitch

Iced out my wrist can't none of these bitches fuck up my confidence

Y'all be on some bullshit yea we been on some other shit

In ATL YSL on the belt

All I do is win I don't know nun else

All I got is hunnids and a clip on my shelf

Can't trust no soul, Why I keep to myself