Flawless

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Oh, yeah Q-R-N (LC, LC) [Chorus] On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas My gangsta bitch the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits until I ran up somе cheddar Late night we spin, load up thе rods, let's put the boys on the stretcher I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas Purple codeine caught in my thoughts, like I don't know no better Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom [Verse] Think with my dick more than my brain, that shit a fuckin' shame, plus I be quick to empty clips Like fuck the dealer, cameras and the fame Got all this codeine in my liver plus my killer might just be my main Right cross the tracks, we up them forties and four-nickels for speaking on my name Ran up my guap then watch my people change So many times I question the father like "Oh dear Allah" Like why the fuck they got a judge a lil' partner, came from the bottom Life of a thug, call me QPac, young bishop rich and ballin' Twice I done fucked but ain't no love so I no longer call her The opps keep callin' from the phone, we don't wanna do no talkin' Ayy, lil' Ralphie gone, now we gotta make sure they shirts say "Long live" Diamond in the rough, put in my watch, that came from out the projects My pistol tucked, I know they plot even though they my partners It's sad enough I ain't even fuck, fell in love from the convos Here go some billion dollar luck, like wrap this up for Rondo Wonderful feeling from the cups, I'm knockin' at your front door Brick from my 'migo cost a dub, not talking Quavo Huncho [Chorus] On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas My gangsta bitch the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits until I ran up some cheddar Late night we spin, load up the rods, let's put the boys on the stretcher I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas Purple codeine caught in my thoughts, like I don't know no better Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom