Flowers

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, 6ix) It's Young Jef' The motherfuckin' best Yeah Young Jefe, holmes [Chorus] Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah [Verse 1] My nigga dead 'cause he went fed, he tried to say that he didn't Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, bitch, this GG business Kicked 'em out my circle, they was some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance You ain't got a hundred thou', spent that on my ears, bitch, I don't do no listenin', yeah Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real capper, yeah Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real trappers, yeah I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (Yo-Yo) These niggas say they active, but they real actors, yeah I'm slidin' around this bitch like I play hockey, yeah Oops, I popped a Tesla, lost my car key, yeah Niggas was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah The baddest bitch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah [Chorus] Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah [Verse 2] Lately, I been buyin' properties And I plan to buy the whole board up like Monopoly Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she's a tropic freak Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these niggas jealous, yeah I got them bands on me, you know I'm really heavy, yeah Got a bossed-up bitch, don't wear shit but Birkins and Kellys, yeah Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah Had your bitch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah Even on my deathbed, it's still fuck 9-11, yeah These niggas done went sour, I got big and better, yeah Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever