[Intro: Pasto Flocco]
Lil Flexer got that fire
These fuck niggas, man (Y2, is that you?)
Y2 do this shit easy, angelic
Yeah (Blatt), oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, go, yeah
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Play with your life, nigga, you wanna die
Bird-ass nigga, send your ass to the sky
All my bitches some angels, you ain't takin' no spot
Opps on my dick, all they do is just pop
Like cap on the media, who the fuck you shot?
You know where I'm at, why you ain't spin block?
Yeah, time tickin', watch the clock
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Kobe, just give me the rock
She feelin' my body, she give me message
We finna pull off double R off the garage
It can't fit in the spot, damn
I'm feelin' too big, you know it can't pop me
We here for the light, boy, while you in the dark
I remember playing ball right in the park
Too many opps, now a nigga can't walk
[Post-Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Now I'm finna just hop in an Uber
Need a hit-man, call a shooter
Shawty hit my phone, I might as well do you
Kick in your trap, bitch, I feel like a movie
Sneak dissin' the gang, well my shooter gon' shoot you
Boy, don't play with your life, are you ready to die?
Don't tell me you love me if you not gon' ride
Back up the flocco, it stick by my side
Moonwalk, nigga, I go to the top
Lil Flexer got that fire
These fuck niggas, man (Y2, is that you?)
Y2 do this shit easy, angelic
Yeah (Blatt), oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, go, yeah
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Play with your life, nigga, you wanna die
Bird-ass nigga, send your ass to the sky
All my bitches some angels, you ain't takin' no spot
Opps on my dick, all they do is just pop
Like cap on the media, who the fuck you shot?
You know where I'm at, why you ain't spin block?
Yeah, time tickin', watch the clock
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Kobe, just give me the rock
She feelin' my body, she give me message
We finna pull off double R off the garage
It can't fit in the spot, damn
I'm feelin' too big, you know it can't pop me
We here for the light, boy, while you in the dark
I remember playing ball right in the park
Too many opps, now a nigga can't walk
[Post-Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Now I'm finna just hop in an Uber
Need a hit-man, call a shooter
Shawty hit my phone, I might as well do you
Kick in your trap, bitch, I feel like a movie
Sneak dissin' the gang, well my shooter gon' shoot you
Boy, don't play with your life, are you ready to die?
Don't tell me you love me if you not gon' ride
Back up the flocco, it stick by my side
Moonwalk, nigga, I go to the top
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