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