[Intro]
Flocco, Flocco, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah, yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah, yeah
We love you, Tecca
[Chorus]
Was you fuckin' with me? Nigga, were you there from the start?
Reachin' for the top, yeah, reachin' for the stars
Yeah, this music shit is my all
I don't got no feelin's, got a cold heart
Yeah, we can fight, nigga, we can spar
He don't want no static, he don't want no war
[Verse 1]
Now I gotta go hard, pullin' up foreign car
She say that she love me a lot
Yeah, they see a nigga when I walk in the spot
Now, he movin' like Kirby, he stealin' my style
Yeah, I'm feelin' myself, I might jump in the crowd
All the stars show, yeah, she like "Wow"
If you talkin' that money, I'm lovin' the sound
Yeah, my mom made her money, hol' up, my mom
Went in too much, it feel like a crime
Open your eyes baby, are you blind?
Ain't no goin' back, nigga, we can't rewind
Everything that I do, got support from my mom
I'm the man of the house, nigga, fuck a dad
Get to the money, triple of the racks
B.B. Simon the belt, nigga, when I sag
[Chorus]
Was you fuckin' with me? Nigga, were you there from the start?
Reachin' for the top, yeah, reachin' for the stars
Yeah, this music shit is my all
I don't got no feelin's, got a cold heart
Yeah, we can fight, nigga, we can spar
He don't want no static, he don't want no war
[Verse 2]
I'm organised, I got imported autos
When they hear all my music, they writing them audibles
Baby, we attached, so you know I'm a part of you
Gotta relax, gotta make myself comfortable
Boy, you last, boy, I ain't even ever heard of you
Yeah, I'm blockin' you baby, I'm done with you
Know what that means? That means I'm done with you
My new bitch a ten, I'm takin' a W
[Chorus]
Was you fuckin' with me? Nigga, were you there from the start?
Reachin' for the top, yeah, reachin' for the stars
Yeah, this music shit is my all
I don't got no feelin's, got a cold heart
Yeah, we can fight, nigga, we can spar
He don't want no static, he don't want no war
Was you fuckin' with me? Nigga, were you there from the start?
Reachin' for the top, yeah, reachin' for the stars
Yeah, this music shit is my all
I don't got no feelin's, got a cold heart
Yeah, we can fight, nigga, we can spar
He don't want no static, he don't want no war
[Outro]
Ayy, don't want no war
Yeah, ayy, yeah
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