FLOWERS

[Intro] Mic check, one-two, one-two This is J@q Boi Be@ts, baby Yo, Em, what the fuck is up, bro? Let's get it (Yo, yo) [Verse] I used to be a cool guy, but now I'm mad (Yeah) 'Cause most of these artists [?] that they all trash They never last, their character lackin' momentum I staple they nipples to they knees and make 'em do sit-ups (Woo) They talk shit like I'm a foreigner, they diggin' they grave With they tongue, I'm on the corner with the coroner (Let's go) Your crew the targеt, I burn 'em like Mr. Marcus for the profit I'm lеavin' blood on the carpet in your label office (Hahahaha) Shoulder to shoulder with Hova, I'm souped in a motor High roller, sick as ebola when I'm takin' over (Get 'em) It's evident, I'm better than half of you veterans I'm a barsmith like the incredible lettermen ([?], what up?) The first day I got down with E (Yeah) Them niggas showed me how to lay my vocals over the beat (Yeah) I became a carnivore with the barns You end up [?] with a warrior I'm doin' it easy like The Commodores (Woah, hahaha) Fuck a role model, I'm a freak at the strip club Watchin' a chick vag– take a whole bottle (Get it, girl) And hell yeah, I bust my gun, for my clique Brother and sis, mama, daughter, and sons, nigga (Fiyah) I'm only temperamental on an instrumental (Yup) I'm blessed, I can dig in your nose and pick a winner I hustle everything, from bars to bud I got juice, that's why I'm wearin' Bruno Magli's and gloves, bro Just had a meeting with the elite so I can delete 'em in the streets And give the kids more sounds of freedom (That's right) And tell the judge, "Fuck you and the jury" 'Cause I'm a heavy bully, a boss, boy, you just a rookie, agh [Chorus] Bussin' my Glock off tonight (Booyaka) So nigga, get my money right (Ya heard me?) You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I Light the bud, once again, it's on With Reggie, [?] rock the mic (Booyaka) You better get my money right (Ya heard me?) You take the weed and the bread, we gon', then I Light the bud, once again, it's on [Outro] Another body in the trunk J@q Boi Be@ts, baby Bread city, let's go