Flame On

Yeah, hit the booth, I turn flame on (Yeah) Hundred on me, no chain on (Woo) Shawty likes what I rap 'bout I still sing to her like Trey Songz (Ah, ah) Got the track, she want Aitch on Fuck these rappers, it's game on At this point, they all know what's good I ain't gotta say where I came from (Let's go) Ain't nothin' to pull up and flex Fuck it, I'm stuck at your necks Man get the pussy and start buyin' drip for the gyal But won't get their mum an address (Yeah) Brothers are bummy, I know that they been watchin' the kid Now, they wanna come play with the best Run up this money When I get stopped from thе pigs Only time that I'm takin' a rest Yeah, uh Aftеr I fuck on this top model bitch for a hour The only time I'm takin' a rest How many millions a nigga Gon' make in a year is the only time makin' a guess I don't give a shit if these motherfuckers hate on a nigga You know that they hate on the best Got my advance and I went straight to Goldman Sachs And they told me they can invest Shout out to my dentist Got brothers that's doin' life sentence Society call 'em a menace So, I flew out to Manny, a nine-hour flight off a Xanny And Aitch brought me straight to the trenches I spoil my daughter before she can even start callin' Her diaper bag draped in Givenchy Know music my callin' My whole life I'm gon' be ballin' This shit is not on me, it's in me We get them racks fresh off a sack No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black High-level shit where I might get a tat' And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next Fresh off a jet, hold up the set 'Cause bitch, you don't know me, so, show me respect More time, he see me, I'm blowin' a check If you wearin' a vest, I'ma go for the head (Yeah) Crazy girl, she my favourite girl, that's my baby girl It's Aitch your girl Mr. Take Your Girl, dick might make your world Backshots on backshots, then turn around and come face me, girl Backshots on backshots, then, then bust a nut and I'm out (Woo) Take her phone 'fore I take her home How can she fuck me for clout? Maybach or your bae's back? Either way, I'm makin' them bounce Babygyal with that K cat, you know I'm tryna gain me some pounds Got the pussy on playback, I just like the way that it sounds Just got a coupe and a Jeep, I'm tired of usin' my feet Get in the back, bill a spliff and I'm lightin' it up Same thing I do on a beat Pussy, don't push me, it's gonna get bumpy I been on the Henny, I'm drinkin' it neat Feelin' all comfy, I been gettin' the money I'm thinkin' 'bout dough, you been thinkin' 'bout me Stack up this paper I make it and save it for later I'm takin' it straight to the bank It could be Canada, Paris, LA, or Dubai All the ladies go straight for the mank Know what I'm doin', I ain't tryna take no advice I need millis to take an advance Bitch, I'm a rapper, I'm makin' a slapper I'm not on the internet makin' a dance Yeah, ayy, go for the head, we aimin' to kill You worship these rappers who ain't even real I got some moves to make You think I was Lizzo the way that I pursue the cake And you got a rude awakenin' If you was hatin', my niggas is cool but patient The tool's adjacent The chopper, it hit his whole body and have his ass Uzi shakin' The streets was dry But, fuck it, we wet the whole block up, this Draco a lubrication The crib is new and gated The cars is foreign, the lifestyle is too outrageous Drum case and that sack like, this shit a new formation My nigga got off of probation Fuck the officers apart of the cases Fuck twelve but I copped a Mercedes Just landed in Manchester Middle finger to the opps, not a hand gesture So many whips, that shit upset my ancestors But, we ball like van Hecke In the tenth grade I thought that we made it when mama had moved us to Lancaster But, what I get off a show might be reparations Lil' nigga, and extra We get them racks fresh off a sack No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black High-level shit where I might get a tat' And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next Fresh off a jet, hold up the set 'Cause bitch, you don't know me, so, show me respect More time, he see me, I'm blowin' a check If you wearin' a vest, I'ma go for the head