"FLAVORS" lyrics
Ah, ah
Smokin' Skittles, taste like watermelon
Nigga, I been workin' with the white like I'm in One Direction
My new bitch perfection, I been flexin', get the hypertension
I was servin', skippin' school, no, I ain't do detention
VVS' shinin', make her drool, she finna top a nigga
Posted rockin' with my tool, I might just crop a nigga
I photoshop a nigga, bitches photoshop their pictures
I'ma cut the ribbon, I don't even use the scissors
I just use my fingers, sharper than a damn machete
Niggas hatin', pocket watchin' 'cause I'm gettin' fetty
Y'all be tryin' way too hard, I see you niggas sweating
And if you test me then we kill him 'cause we fuckin' petty
I don't need to kill him, I put forty racks up on his head
Matter fact, he ain't worth forty, I'ma drop a ten
Shooters at your door that's finna drill in case you call the feds
So please don't be misled, we call that an indirect
Ayy, smokin' watermelon
I know your life fuckin' up and that's why you be fuckin' tellin'
Smoke gelato, taste like oreo
I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo
I was on the ceiling, now I'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes
You niggas know just how it goes, the Jolly Ranchers sour though, ayy
I got power though, this ghost mode, I'ma showboat, let the ho throat
Coke woah, she gon' swallow, but she go slow
Told her bust it open, make it flip, ayy
Gotta use your shoulders when you mix, ayy
I be in the pot, I let it (Tss), ayy
Servin' to the block, I love the risk, ayy
She don't love a nigga, it's the wrist, ayy
We be all on move and it's [?], ayy
Nigga, I'ma ball with no assist, ayy
Smokin' wedding cake, taste like wedding cake
I be shootin' plates, still gon' eat a steak
You don't make no slaps, need to take a break
Shot it at the bottom, I still got a Drac'
Ayy, it's the Draco, yo, stay home
I got this in TJ with my pesos, yo
Smokin' strawberry, I'm in Burberry
Cranberry soda got the Sprite, I mix with raspberry
Chop prolly poppin' out his head, look like a blackberry
Gosh, nigga, that's scary, ah
Smokin' sugar cookies, niggas pussy
I know niggas rookies, you ain't have to say it, mm
Smoke gelato, taste like oreo
I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo
I was on the ceiling, now I'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes
You niggas know just how it goes, the Jolly Ranchers sour though, ayy
Smokin' Skittles, taste like watermelon
Nigga, I been workin' with the white like I'm in One Direction
My new bitch perfection, I been flexin', get the hypertension
I was servin', skippin' school, no, I ain't do detention
VVS' shinin', make her drool, she finna top a nigga
Posted rockin' with my tool, I might just crop a nigga
I photoshop a nigga, bitches photoshop their pictures
I'ma cut the ribbon, I don't even use the scissors
I just use my fingers, sharper than a damn machete
Niggas hatin', pocket watchin' 'cause I'm gettin' fetty
Y'all be tryin' way too hard, I see you niggas sweating
And if you test me then we kill him 'cause we fuckin' petty
I don't need to kill him, I put forty racks up on his head
Matter fact, he ain't worth forty, I'ma drop a ten
Shooters at your door that's finna drill in case you call the feds
So please don't be misled, we call that an indirect
Ayy, smokin' watermelon
I know your life fuckin' up and that's why you be fuckin' tellin'
Smoke gelato, taste like oreo
I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo
I was on the ceiling, now I'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes
You niggas know just how it goes, the Jolly Ranchers sour though, ayy
I got power though, this ghost mode, I'ma showboat, let the ho throat
Coke woah, she gon' swallow, but she go slow
Told her bust it open, make it flip, ayy
Gotta use your shoulders when you mix, ayy
I be in the pot, I let it (Tss), ayy
Servin' to the block, I love the risk, ayy
She don't love a nigga, it's the wrist, ayy
We be all on move and it's [?], ayy
Nigga, I'ma ball with no assist, ayy
Smokin' wedding cake, taste like wedding cake
I be shootin' plates, still gon' eat a steak
You don't make no slaps, need to take a break
Shot it at the bottom, I still got a Drac'
Ayy, it's the Draco, yo, stay home
I got this in TJ with my pesos, yo
Smokin' strawberry, I'm in Burberry
Cranberry soda got the Sprite, I mix with raspberry
Chop prolly poppin' out his head, look like a blackberry
Gosh, nigga, that's scary, ah
Smokin' sugar cookies, niggas pussy
I know niggas rookies, you ain't have to say it, mm
Smoke gelato, taste like oreo
I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo
I was on the ceiling, now I'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes
You niggas know just how it goes, the Jolly Ranchers sour though, ayy
