so I can floss my shit Pull a hoe in this bitch, pop some Mo' in this bitch Pull my whip up to the front, so I can floss my shit [Crazy] Spin a bend
us but picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like
y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Wutup homie For bitches who don't know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss
much wiser, 'cause these guys are Leave you up shits creek and won't lose sleep So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch My man got the
stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas
hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet A zebu's my pet And get in the bed and with the legs then that [Sheek] Aiyyo, when my gun bust send
they shit, now its time to floss 22 year old 17 war vet Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my
in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD Yall can't stop my dribble,
Love My Doggie. And The Way My Pockets Green Like Kermet The Froggie.Maybe Its The Icee Neck,My Chest Is Frosty.You Would Have A Heart Attack If I Let You Floss
it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us 'Cause
, how ta get down foe my thang get me a coffin, bangin my soul'z, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz
the khaki suits and the high tec boots Oops, I'm comin' wid troops, fools Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot Blazin' and burnin' my grain This year
'? Yeah, I'm all about my paper stackin'/ I'm a floss on the scene when I feel like flashin'/ Check the record, I went way past platinum/ My occupation
To get caught up in wrappers and blunts I'm not that nigga That's believin' that you bitches is thugs I'm not that nigga To floss, baggin' up what my shit
tell she comprehend 'cause she keyin' on my Benz While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me sneakin' in my pockets Lookin' for numbers in my phone and condoms in my
. Yellow yellow yellow on my shit. Match with my yellow watch, girls on my dick. People don't understand how I floss like this. People like is that a
lap dance Ass so fat I need a lap dance [Tyga - Verse 1] Shit straight killer, Max Payne, Travis Porter, make it rain Young Money gang, put you on the team All my
neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas Yep I'm on there throwing up my set shit Spinnas with the color
