Flamingos

Yeah, yeah, in the midst of it all, nigga stayin focused, you know what I'm sayin'

Caleb on the boards, ayy, ayy, ayy

I tell her, you will never ever find a playa like this one

Ion chase em, or miss em, I got the game in my system

I fantasize over Impalas as I clean my Caprice

My vinyl top, cocaina, like the white on my sneaks

They feet wet, but I'm deep, so deep, I tattoo my street

I made enough in one day to last me for a few weeks

The money callin' on my other phone I answer that quick

I'm locked and loaded, all winter, extra clips in the kit