Flaws

[Intro] One to eleven ABK shit, you know I be fleein' gang shit, you know I rock 999, 999, ho G-Money, we gettin' money, right? Huh, ya dig [Chorus] She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my draws That bitch know that I'm a boss I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy I ain't ever off, yeah All I do is floss, yeah Double G my outfit, 'cause it cost to be the boss, yeah Racks up, racks up I don't fuck with nobody, I hate y'all I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce Migos in the trap, like Takeoff Big guns, they'll take yo' face off Can't see these fuck-niggas like Ray Charles, yeah [Verse] A hunnid bands, spend all that shit She looked at my whole team, then fucked on them He say he want smoke We'll up on him, and we'll bust at them They don't want no static Rock my choker, and tote my ratchet Do a drill, listenin' to Lenny Kravitz Off a pill, I dunk, Shaquille Tight jeans, bankrolls for sex appeal, yeah [Chorus] She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my draws That bitch know that I'm a boss I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy I ain't ever off, yeah All I do is floss, yeah Double G my outfit, 'cause it cost to be the boss, yeah Racks up, racks up I don't fuck with nobody, I hate y'all I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce Migos in the trap, like Takeoff Big guns, they'll take yo' face off Can't see these fuck-niggas like Ray Charles, yeah [Open Verse] [Chorus] She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my draws That bitch know that I'm a boss I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy I ain't ever off, yeah All I do is floss, yeah Double G my outfit, 'cause it cost to be the boss, yeah Racks up, racks up I don't fuck with nobody, I hate y'all I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce Migos in the trap, like Takeoff Big guns, they'll take yo' face off Can't see these fuck-niggas like Ray Charles, yeah [Open Verse] [Chorus] She in love with my flaws, put Versace on my draws That bitch know that I'm a boss I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy I ain't ever off, yeah All I do is floss, yeah Double G my outfit, 'cause it cost to be the boss, yeah Racks up, racks up I don't fuck with nobody, I hate y'all I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce Migos in the trap, like Takeoff Big guns, they'll take yo' face off Can't see these fuck-niggas like Ray Charles, yeah