Flashëy Yeat

[Intro]
(I'm fancy with this fashion)
(I'm fancy with this fashion)
Turn that shit up, 2

[Chorus]
I'm fancy with this fashion (Oh, okay)
I'm fancy with these fabrics (Oh, okay)
Diamonds, they way too flashy, yeah
I see you crashin' out (Oh, okay), hey
I see you live at you momma house, hey (Oh, okay)
I been playin these racks, they don't got time to chase
How you pull up to our video rockin' counterfits?
They said that they don't understand me, I make all kind of sense (Oh, okay)
Some of my twizzies way too wild, I ain't talkin about condiments

[Verse 1]
I might just do this shit just by myself, my wave, I started this (Hey)
You ain't have no bread, don't have no racks, right there where the problem is (Go)
You fell off tryna steal my flow, so I'ma go switch it up a bit (Go)
Hey, yo' bitch over hеre, she just twerkin', yеah, right on my dick (Yeah)
Hey, pull off in that matte black, yeah, this the hatchback (Wooh)
Give me that top back, switchin' the subject
Can't let them rock with my twin, yeah, my buddy
Sippin on real red, yeah, this shit too ready
Yeah, I got two cups, yeah, your shit too fake
Yeah, all the mud in my cup from the dirt in the ground, lil' bitch, yeah, sippin on muddy (Muddy)
Unlike a lot of y'all cappin 'bout shit, I really been on the opiates for years (Yeah)
I am not proud of it, yeah, but I acknowledge it, yeah, gotta look out for twizzies and peers (Ah)
I get to the cheese, I get to the bread, I'm 'bouta go make me a sandwich
My dick is a charity, yeah, your bitch gon pull up and donate her head to some scammers (Hey)
My Twizzy gon' pull up and bom-bom-bom-bom with a couple of Blammas (Blammas)
Your bitch over here in my room, givin' me a zoom, while I'm in pajamas (Yeah)
How I live rent free in your head girl, when I don't even text back after? (Blocked)
I'm 'bouta send you emojis to fuck with your head, yeah, I am a cancer (Yeah)
Keep on talkin shit, we gon' keep it quiet, yeah, 'cause this shit is too federal
Yeah, three people can't keep a secret, if two dance with the devil, yeah
Do my money dance, dancin' on these racks, bitch, I'm in another level (Rackies)
Please don't hand me gas, I'ma have to pass, 'cause you smokin on the fuckin' rello (Hello?)