Flowers Lyrics

Down on my belly talkin' real iridescent

Shining, I ain't got the ear for a peasant

Future mine, I ain't got no fear for the present

Smoke gas so much, you fear that I sell it

Like, where you at, up here

Portabellum popper, palmtree hind these ears

I'm in heaven, everyday I battle, nigga bleed Armageddon

Gotta keep my soul, shit these niggas sellin

But it couldn't be me though

You could never hit me wit me a price tag

Reign down, lookin' more like a ice pack

Givin' niggas hell, throw a stone, and get a bite back

Gigabyte, big shit, like I be right back

Sitting on a bomb you can't bypass

These nigga suck, they the pipet

Rey cook dope, Mr. Pyrex, disappear in the smoke

I seen niggas slip

Boy that's all she wrote

If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro

I just hit the plug I want all the smoke

I hopped in the whip, called the audible

I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know

How much did I get, probably five or four

This that hall a fame, going all a pro

All my haters pray, them be probably broke

I really innovate, you do imitation

Realized I'm the well, brought me little patience

I still keep the grass, check the irrigation

Used to get watched by 12, minor irritation, really tragic

Looking back niggas gone swear he had it

Couldn't swim with the big fish

Salmon, haddock, barracuda be my image

In my teeth be spinach, that shit keep me spinning

They can't out creep me venom

Little five three feet villain, him going beep beep,

Out of the way

Hardly pray, but he, he, he got faith

He heat, on fire, he he, MJ

This little three five ain't gone keep him straight

Here today, then reup in two days

If I leave this Earth, only going in two ways

Hang time ten, I ain't rockin' a toupee

These niggas scared, & these bitches be bougie

Jamestown past, done drinkin' the kool aid, oh yeah

I was born savant, niggas cryin' like no fair

Written on the wall and it's in the cards, stars too

That nigga fin be a star, that nigga been starvin

Spit like it, pit viper, one mic me, fuck opinions though

Me and Svnthltr, two five, two seven

Kill these niggas, two sides, too much to the letter

And these niggas trash yo favorite not much better

They want grab Beretta, should niggas touch much cheddar

The game never plush, seem I'm always in a rush,

But wait til we strike gold, I'ma pass it all thru the fold

I done seen change thru the growth

You can't chain me to earth, know my wings gotta float

And I been off them caps, seen a chasm, my brain never froze

Shit's insane, up the only way we can go

Like, lemme clear the air

If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro

I just hit the plug I want all the smoke

I hopped in the whip, called the audible

I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know

How much did I get, probably five or four

This that hall a fame, going all a pro

All my haters pray, them be probably broke

If I don't fuck wit ya never call me bro

I just hit the plug I want all the smoke

I hopped in the whip, called the audible

I copped and I dipped, then that's all I know

How much did I get, probably five or four

This that hall a fame, going all a pro

All my haters pray, them be probably broke

I seen niggas slip, boy that's all she wrote