[Intro: Flee Lord]
Brr, boom, boom, boom
Machine, what's good?
Lord, Lord!
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real (Real)
Puck hit him on the side, he got tossed in the ear (Brr)
Fleeigo Delgado, this is gladiator school (Gladiator school)
Hot pipe, in my hand, this a radiator tube (Boom)
Them shenanigans you play, now them hammers finna spray
Had him lackin' in the lobby, but his moms got in the way (Get the fuck out the way)
Drummin' with some iron sticks, coke dryin', fryin' fish (Whip)
Jungle Lord, got gorilla lungs and a lion wrist (And a lion wrist)
Pots burnin', kids playin', block earnin', shit sprayin' (Brr)
Took it on consignment, knocked it off on his fifth payment (On his fifth payment)
Loaf of Fred Fresh leave your sofa bed stretched
How you told the bros, "No", went and told the feds, "Yes"? (Pussy)
I told Con, "Relax, I'ma hold down the MAC" (I got you, Lord)
I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs (Lord, brr, yup)
I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs, uh (What you need, auntie?)
[Chorus: Flee Lord]
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cookin' (Whip)
Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah)
Gettin' to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from G's to the M's, bro, we runnin' out of letters, Lord (We went from what? Huh?)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom)
Brr, boom, boom, boom
Machine, what's good?
Lord, Lord!
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real (Real)
Puck hit him on the side, he got tossed in the ear (Brr)
Fleeigo Delgado, this is gladiator school (Gladiator school)
Hot pipe, in my hand, this a radiator tube (Boom)
Them shenanigans you play, now them hammers finna spray
Had him lackin' in the lobby, but his moms got in the way (Get the fuck out the way)
Drummin' with some iron sticks, coke dryin', fryin' fish (Whip)
Jungle Lord, got gorilla lungs and a lion wrist (And a lion wrist)
Pots burnin', kids playin', block earnin', shit sprayin' (Brr)
Took it on consignment, knocked it off on his fifth payment (On his fifth payment)
Loaf of Fred Fresh leave your sofa bed stretched
How you told the bros, "No", went and told the feds, "Yes"? (Pussy)
I told Con, "Relax, I'ma hold down the MAC" (I got you, Lord)
I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs (Lord, brr, yup)
I'm in the slums with the goons, where they flippin' hella packs, uh (What you need, auntie?)
[Chorus: Flee Lord]
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con, know we cookin' (Whip)
Nosy motherfucker, catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah)
Gettin' to the mozzarella, ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from G's to the M's, bro, we runnin' out of letters, Lord (We went from what? Huh?)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga (Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom)
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