"TOO MANY FLAVORS" lyrics
Damedot & G.T. Lyrics
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
When I eat at Ruth Chris, it's a hundred for my steak
When I leave, I'm in a Rolls with same-day plates
I'm takin' bae on a date (Mwah) for two days straight (Two days)
I've been ballin' since '08 ('08), you niggas is late
My safe finna overload, I run through the load
He a rat, that nigga told (Damn), just leave him alone
I got bitches out in 'Troit ('Triot) that fuck with the boy
I don't talk, we makin' noise, my pockets'll show it
Ayy, my neck is froze, look what I copped with the pros
I went white, I went gold, the anniversary rose
These niggas is mad, they better get 'em a job
Pull up four black backs, they think we part of the mob
The funny-lookin' charms, take 'em back, boy, who you foolin'?
This Daytona, not no Mueller (Yeah), man, that's cruel, Ferris Bueller
Walk out Hutch, now I'm a cooler, this type of watch'll grab a cooler
I can't worry about what you doin', he was tough, I heard they blew him
I got two walking closets, I got a bunch of flavors
I got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
It's a line full of haters, they love me to death
AP on me chandelier (Ice), a kilo of meth (Ice, ice, ice)
Them Guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (Hey)
If we scuffin', nigga, buff it, big-ass crib out of late (Yeah, yeah)
For about three miles, I don't see no neighbors (For real)
Bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
I got two walking closets, I got a bunch of flavors
I got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
It's a line full of haters, they love me to death
AP on me chandelier (Ice), a kilo of meth (Ice, ice, ice)
Them Guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (Hey)
If we scuffin', nigga, buff it, big-ass crib out of late (Yeah, yeah)
For about three miles, I don't see no neighbors (For real)
Bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
When I eat at Ruth Chris, it's a hundred for my steak
When I leave, I'm in a Rolls with same-day plates
I'm takin' bae on a date (Mwah) for two days straight (Two days)
I've been ballin' since '08 ('08), you niggas is late
My safe finna overload, I run through the load
He a rat, that nigga told (Damn), just leave him alone
I got bitches out in 'Troit ('Triot) that fuck with the boy
I don't talk, we makin' noise, my pockets'll show it
Ayy, my neck is froze, look what I copped with the pros
I went white, I went gold, the anniversary rose
These niggas is mad, they better get 'em a job
Pull up four black backs, they think we part of the mob
The funny-lookin' charms, take 'em back, boy, who you foolin'?
This Daytona, not no Mueller (Yeah), man, that's cruel, Ferris Bueller
Walk out Hutch, now I'm a cooler, this type of watch'll grab a cooler
I can't worry about what you doin', he was tough, I heard they blew him
I got two walking closets, I got a bunch of flavors
I got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
It's a line full of haters, they love me to death
AP on me chandelier (Ice), a kilo of meth (Ice, ice, ice)
Them Guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (Hey)
If we scuffin', nigga, buff it, big-ass crib out of late (Yeah, yeah)
For about three miles, I don't see no neighbors (For real)
Bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
I got two walking closets, I got a bunch of flavors
I got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
It's a line full of haters, they love me to death
AP on me chandelier (Ice), a kilo of meth (Ice, ice, ice)
Them Guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (Hey)
If we scuffin', nigga, buff it, big-ass crib out of late (Yeah, yeah)
For about three miles, I don't see no neighbors (For real)
Bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
