Flush

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Motherfuckers already at the door

Get the loot and out the floor we gotta roll

Shit cold, it's just audio dope being sold

How many more times motherfuckers gotta be told

But they want us to fold, shop close

Relocate, we just opened one more

Left the majors alone

Made that same paper on my own

Reciting Comega lyrics through a megaphone

Or jamming Raekwon purple tape in my lavender Wraith

Moet bottles, champagne showers

Bitches in Gucci ski goggles, Instagram models

Following everybody but God

I'm a sinner though I talk to the lord often

Living large and dealing with temptation is hard

I smashed her in the Sprinter in the parking lot

After awards, I never made it in

Fuck it, who would have ever noticed if I even did

Low as I is

Smoked out at the crib or lowriding with Wiz

Scooped him from the airport like fool get in

2009 anniversary ten would be in 2019

So dropping it then just makes sense

This a holdover to the real stones

Which one of you got a lighter you can loan me

Rolling up another zone on my lonely

Eastside to my motherfucking homies